Remote

embrace the artificial lungs in your chest! don’t
forget the artificial tongue in your head! you
breathe and speak for someone else, that was
made by us all, but who was never planned. face,
your father would believe that we’re wrong! do
you feel this artificial weight on our tongues. he
pressures us as long as we try to talk. seize the
silence! feel those shivering islands! close your
trembling eyelids! keep those words beneath your
hurting pride! and never tell anyone anything!
your brother would believe that we’re right,
but he has an artificial chain on his eyes. he sees
and reads for someone else, that was made by us
all, but who was never planned.
hunted by remote and twisted lips are things that
we experience. embrace it! for the sake of faces
that may share your silent words.