What if
The script depends upon a practice run,
and all the proactive efforts
are not for this appetizer
but for the main meal,
the co-IntelPro.Grammatically sealed
into the InDie.T.Mentes (inTwoCrossed/SplitMinds)
And both Sides of the Chessboard are Played
To Manipulate the FutureMaze of the Way ...
What if
Every Headline is a Neurolinguistic TriggerPoint
to Massage the Masochistic Menagerie
into mechanical reciprocity
when the Time Comes....
What if
The same hand is working the Strings
of the Black and White King
and the Squares on the Board are being Tested
and Awareness Arrested into complicity....
And when it's finally real(i)zed
that the entire RiseAndFall of the Tide that BeLies
the dis.Ease was a cleverly Nested System of Deciet...
The mAsses will pass into apathy
and when the Real Game Begins
will not be prePaired with their nightMares
and dayStares
and the size of their Fears will Grow
into unKnown proportions
thru the Ghastly glare of distortion....
What if
In the zoomed out Lens
as far as One can Go,
the hand that operates the Puppet
has a Touch and a Texture that Feels
Just Like Your Own?
What if
When the Mirror Shatters
and the fears scatter and the Pieces Gather,
the Memory of the script of this dream
rips right thru the slippery seams
that keep the Web entangled but dangling loose
and the aWakened I
reMembers its design
and knows it Chooses
TimeAfterTime
Copyright Charleen Johnston
4-29-20
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