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A metal box speeds by as it makes its way
down a never ending slab of sweaty concrete.
Squeezing in and out of an endless stream of cars,
passing between vast landscapes
of billion dollar squares, and ceramic tanning plates.
Into the rear view the buildings slip, as does the past,
as the metal box travels, mile after mile after mile after mile
until it finally arrives at its destination,
where it pulls into a cave
made out of shredded glass, and steam dried dates.

The metal box is once again safe
as it is secured away into its parking place.
A pink jello-y man descends from a sliding door on the side
as the metal box beneath him, deflates.
The pink jello-y man wanders inside
making his way through the labyrinth like contours
of his rather large home, to at last sit upon
his auto-warming couch, alone.
He then commences once again,
in watching his home security tapes.

Just beyond the tall walls that surround him, out front
just beyond the lawn, are barricades after barricades
of towering steel fences, separating him from his neighbors
and his neighbors from their neighbors.
Branching out like grids on a piece of paper, on and on
until the eye becomes invalid,
when theres nothing left to see
except, complete security.

There he sits, inside of his house,
staring at a large flashing cube on the wall
that displays anything you can imagine.
Though he doesn't really realize it, he does hope,
and he imagines, watching himself,
from a third prospective.
Like he does every night,
just for awhile, he becomes everything
he has ever imagined.
He becomes - something new,
every time he turns the station,
his life changes, he falls in love, is strong, and handsome.
He knows everyone, he can beat anything, he can save anyone
he's funny, smart and attractive.
The cube, then becomes of him.
He slightly thinks, the cube shuts off
he falls asleep
the couch is warm, and the moon above him, sinks.

"There used to be a time
The further we look past each other
the easier it is for us to slip
from reality
where we end up in a line crawling along the roads
heading towards the suburbs
heading towards our coffin shaped homes
filled with people like you and me
who breath - in an unimaginable dream."





.Comfortably Titled by: Joanna :Sio:

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