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Simulated Man (Quarantine)
by CM Bauerat first the trains.
always the trains.
coming and going.
I know if they are eastbound
or westbound by the patterns
in the bells and how fast the electric drives
are knocking the wheelsets across the tracks,
urgent to take nobody to nowhere.
down the road,
suburban ditch pond frogs
raise their noise against the windchimes
and the fleeting dead leaves
of last season while
twin stars blaze overhead,
sending plasma arc filaments rippling
across spacetime vacuum resonating
through my pineal,
binaries magnetically entangled
with the simulated hologram
of a simulated man.
I know without looking
that the moon has not yet
bound up over the horizon,
else I would
feel her frequencies as well.
a four hundred square foot
backyard seems a lot bigger
at night if you listen
to the within,
once you get past the sound
of your own mortal heart.
isolation in purest form
brings renewal, birthing the
unexpected effect of a quiet mind
lifted through gratified waves of calm.
how many cycles have passed
since I've truly seen the stars?
how long has it been
since poetry
was the code of my blood? 04/11/2020 Author's Note: Hello all -- yes, I still write after all these years. This is one of my more recent pieces; written April 2020. See more of my work on Instagram, handle: @cbauerwritings. Thanks for reading. Stay sane in these insane times... or don't...
Posted on 06/07/2020
Copyright © 2024 CM Bauer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/09/20 at 05:00 AM Good to read you again. I enjoyed this journey, great phrases in this making peace with isolation. Thanks! |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 06/19/20 at 11:59 PM Happy to see you back. In this time of isolation, I feel like the only way to get through it is to become a different version of ourselves. At least that's what I got from this piece, great read as always. |
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