The blinds are open,
the night has been stolen,
from our temporary grip,
fell into slumber and then time disappeared like a blip,
on the radar of our productive capacities,
machinery that needs a recharge of these batteries
sunlight streams in illuminating the inside of this room.
It is too soon,
as the brightness kicks in inside, I realise
that I had better rush out before I get left behind,
running around, centre, left and right.
and then it all turned to white.
and we wonder why?
wasting away fragments,
forgotten our potential trapped in this vacuous,
looped and entangled like disciples,
to an unending tornado,
forgotten faces, hidden agendas,
lies, and the eventual turning of tables