Telephone Man

Telephone Man Click,

click, click, click goes the fingers

brushing against the fragile layers

of that glass that brightens

Our foolish ways within

The telephone man

sleeps in visions of the words

flickering on this plane,

Where illusion softens the doubts of every man

Click and press and click,

Our words are silent

as we drown into this bait

of clicks and likes and the vanity of a screen

Our morality is weighed

on the lines of the thoughts

we share in this thoughtless prison of desire and whim;

O telephone man.

When will your eyes see?

The visions of the sea

Or the ways of the seer?

Life is what lies before your eyes,

O telephone man..

@Elijah Abuni (for Icidat Inspire)


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