There is a Cataract in my I

There is a cataract in my I 
As a matter of fact 
It’s a Matter of Why 
It’s a Mystery hidden 
in shattered
Minds
fractured Skulls 
manufactured
EnMasse
MKUltra Doldrums
Programmed for the
Trumpets Blast
As Vying Vultures
Dine on  dying cultures
In the Petri Glass

The Cloudy Retinas
Stare back at me
In disbelief
Regurgitated memes
Offer no relief
To the crowds
Who are gathered
In Ether Nets
Screaming loud
As broken necks
     dangle
From the Nous
Of the tangled Hex

They stomp their feet
And loudly proclaim
It’s simply ‘climate change’
As the simple software
In their simple
Brains
Cling to their masters
Who programmmed the Game
‘Take my Vote take my Vote!!!’
As the holes are drilled
In their leaky boats
As their souls are filled
With anecdotes
As planned panic
In demo(n a)cro(b)atic 
epidemics 
Offer up their scapegoats

Splintered psyches
Will grasp at straws
Every Alter 
Wanders Lost
Within the Halls
Of the HollowCost
Seeded from the frequencies
As Seamen spawns
Artificial breeds
No need to bleed
In the new creed
As Paradise is Lost
And Paradox is Freed

Which way shall we go?
Apoptosis or Necrosis?
Pop-culture doses
Of symbiosis
Or sovereign exploration
Of Live Gnosis?
Menses-Mined 
Over-controlled
GovernMen.t on Patrol
Third eye Blind
Dumbed-down souls
Craving Slavery
Tied to Polls….
Lies are Built
LiFe.S deFiled
On Wiped FiLes
Of the Old..:::
Can’t you See
Currents……you See,
No longer tied
To Standards
Of Gold…
Currency dies
As CurrentSeas Rise
And blurry Me~s
Close their Eyes…

There is a Cataract in my I.

A cloudy sense of Wondering Whys.

CLJ
10-9-2024