It seems counter intuitive, heading south when I really want to be going north. I’m racing a storm. Heading towards it to escape the expected trail of devastation, before the airport closes and the hatches are battened down.
A crisp packet blows across the car park. Will it soon be a tree? A frisson of excitement tickles my spine.
It once made you powerful,
Now it only makes you feel that way.
Deficient in daylight,
In bunkers sealed airtight,
Strength drained as you cower;
A precious guard around your own weak heel.
Observers, silent, underground,
Huddle around glowing transcripts;
As, with one foot severed,
A new enemy prowls.
Knowledge unshared,
Is power impaired;
Friends become foes,
And adversaries real gorge on your frenzy.
In a parallel world,
Adapted to your thought blockade,
People just get on with it;
And walk in plain sight, unafraid.
Corporate social responsibility,
Floats on a soft breeze,
In through a high window,
To land delicately,
Bold and beautiful,
In the middle of a matrix,
Of meaningless aspirations.
Spun beyond substance,
Words betray readers,
Who do not ask questions;
And the buzzwords sit,
Meaningless on the manifest,
A lofty detraction,
From aggregated ambition.