poetry by j matthew waters

in a deep sleep

there is plenty of evidence
but a preponderance of fools
unable to piece together
the facts laid out before them

who knows what’s happening
behind these virtual scenes
where the truth turns a blind eye
and nothing is what it seems

this interconnected sphere
looking more & more like a matrix
encrypted data in a book of dreams
stolen right there in broad daylight

december two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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