Litter grew around us,
teeth gritted in impatience
for the filthy fruit
of our consumption,
that is transported from beyond
the individualist's horizon.

Your universe hates you
when the lights are off,
shutting its eyes to your waking,
and all those words
you bring to life as you read
from pages that appear as you turn them.

Anaesthesia dissolves the teeth
leaving you with mysterious bite marks
and bitter amnesia,
it clouds the resolve of your blinkers
and your mirrored walls.

Echoes of outside draw its fingernails
across chalk boards of yet to learn lessons,
coughing up childhood traumas of empathy.
They drain opaque from your worldview
and leave you with the monsters,
and the monstrous landfill skyline
that scowls at your children's future.

Yet beyond that refuse view
there are leaves with the colours of depth.
There is living matter never to be synthesised,
and mass produced.
There is an oceans of faces,
ever changing and unrepeatable faces.

Individualism is a cage
from freedom of the other,
the freedom of responsibility,
it closes eyes to contrasting perspectives
and the possibility of being wrong.

Written October-November 2013. 
It is mainly a critique of a worldview that, afraid of pain and tragedy, misses out on true friendship, family and altruism by building walls and indulging in merely the self. It is a worldview that can easily seep into our lifestyles, causing a comfortable isolation and keeps us from growing.


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