Communicating with my spiritual DNA in
this era of false consciousness where we contribute
to our enslavement under surveillance States
My timeless yawning silence is taking away my oxygen and digging my grave with my fingers
My thoughts are confined in my soul
My soul is confined in my body
My body is confined in from sneezes
Don't sneeze in my cycles of confinement
The invisible eyes on fiber optics never shut
Am thinking of sending my mails through birds
but am afraid the authorities will shoot them
and strip my deepest secrets off their privacy
The unwanted skin is what covers us vertually
This skin is a premature dopamine, sitting between our palms and faces;
this skin is a digital surveillance that we love much;
this skin is a weapon in our hands, killing us as we worship it
Doctors are unable to predict the end of COVID
because clearly, physicians are not politicians
to whom we sold our breath so we can be monkeys on screens
They tie us with our ill wits, sit and watch our every move
Running out of oxygen in a world of socials
Writing my obituary for a perfect announcement
With the teeth of the pen that scratch off public bliss
And fuels social anger that angers me even more
Still I communicate with my spiritual DNA
The hole within me is that which death fills
So I am whole in this Black Hole, glancing
through the peephole of 'the big brother'
©lamin
L