Bullets

Wire taps
To neural finds
Bridging gaps
To his mind
Knowledge quests
Sourced by ghosts
Keyboards scrolled
From the host
He’s esoteric, he’s abstruse
He’s enigmatic and aloof
His filtered feelings stay in his head
He can hear them breathing
He won’t shed
He can hear them breathing in his head
He can feel their hold
A bullet for your thoughts, my friend
And pennies for your brain
Can’t get it out
He’s not bleeding