The oxygen particles in my mind
race around like water droplets on fast-forward.
They hope not to be left beneath or behind
as the future pulls them onward.
Onward toward a crisp, fresh, clean universal plane;
a world unknown, which will remain at peace and pure.
With the interference of the robots we’ve become inane –
sculpting a new breed of thoughtless machines with a lengthened tenure.
Behind this podium the words fly into the sky unspoken and unheard;
and shatter upon impact with the atmosphere,
making silent insinuations of the absurd
and scattering all spoken thoughts of fear.
The words unheard churn in my mind like a whirlpool of madness,
disappearing in the midst of rolling clouds of overwhelming, violent sadness.