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Look Away

from The Pageant by Solareye

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Dissecting an intricately woven deception
Simulated reality, hope intervention
Smoke filled backrooms with It Girls and Scenesters
Cartesian dreams swirling from an evil genius
A collection of human heads displayed in the gallery
Battle a consensus displacement reality
Opening your eyes is ill advised
The truth is symbolised in Vanilla Skies
I’m the sceptic, the infected, the antiseptic,
The rejected, the zetetic, the directed
The slow-brained pawn, chasing a past that’s hidden
Unwittingly doing his master’s bidding
Basically, I’m saying I’m patiently sat
On a shelf, in a warehouse, a brain in a vat
Drawing lines on a page ‘til the illusion fades
With half of my brain screaming look away

If reality is a construct of artifice
Then what’s to stop me smashing my moral compass and discarding it?
In the darkness I search for clues that could expose them as facts
I’m either aware of the trickery or a sociopath
Living this limbo stasis of agents and infiltration
Pacing, wasting my days in a simulation
Tricknology, as detached as a frontal lobotomy
Yet connected to all of me, it’s an awful dichotomy
Ingesting data streams in search of a little peace
As burning cars illuminate broken streets in the Middle East
Revolutionaries vanish like they were never there
And men that speak of peace are banished to the Himalayas
Adverts and lawsuits fill my photographic memory
Polaroid shutters snap like gators in the Everglades
Chemical vapours provide the means to escape this
On the edge of my vision but I don’t think that I can face it

Eyes wide open, lost in ma head for days
I investigate, avoiding border checks and raids
Data transfer zigzags across eyeballs in REM sleep
8-bit pixels fill the pages as my pen leaks
Frequencies disrupt and telephone masts collapse.
Pictures glitch and retune as I sweep past, a walking vandegraph.
Static in Motion. Dramatic explosions.
Set off as the world collapses into jagged emotions
Turning the heat up to claustrophobic.
The singed air buzzes from the crackle of a million lost components
I hear WIFI’s whispering chat
And find digital patterns in the water as it drips from the tap.
Plagued by a nanotech ulcer in ma stomach,
I’m a hollow graphic; less than the mechanics I’m the sum of
As my every footprint’s erased and the illusion fades
Ma world disintegrates and I wish that I’d looked away

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from The Pageant, released November 21, 2012

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