Eyes tightly shut

Eyes tightly shut

Mouth closed

Ears protected from sound

Nothing intrudes

There is no right of reply

If you are senseless

Ambience is not

Even in the background

The milieu

An environment of

Cultural divorce

The brain cuts an isolated

Figure

On the slab

Too late to stimulate

Gray canals

When there is no real connection

Between us

Prick up your ears

Take off the blinkers

A head stuffed

So far up the pipe

Tunnel vision

Is too broad a term

The stars you see

Are twinkling on the inside

Play along

Exercise a little positive regard

For the mindful use

Of a healthy balance

The scales too easily

Tipped in favour

Of passivity

When all that ever matters

Is in the moment

The only plan

For any past future

Is to do nothing

Other than react

With dwindling returns

Until the only stimulation

You receive

Will be the sound

Of disconnection

Tinnitus

For the millenial

White noise might be

More or

Less spectacular

Than a flatline

On an oscillator

But the novelty

Will still wear off quicker

Than a heartbeat.