The shuffle of conception
by John Weber
veils intent behind promised order
until every umbrella-opened mind
cries out for truth, the liberator, sleep.
Surrendering misplaced trust
proves the natural sequence remains
behind the reptilian empire, ancient
wealth, eugenic lies, mechanical time.
I tap once for yes and twice
for no, yet no matter where I shall go
elements of control box-in my soul
using microchip, camera and satellite.
A jump, knock at my door!
I answer; the answer cries out in you,
our friendship, the cosmos of wonder
ablaze in the open glow engulfing me.