Everybody Else
Everyone else
I used to know
Some fond faces
I don’t know
If I’ll see
Again
Some cut ties
Some hate or lies
Among other things
Deciding the reason
Excisions were keeping
Webs of networks apart
Pacified egos
Starving the soul
And depriving
Even simple things
Like a throat
To speak with
Everyone else
I don’t think about
Everyone else
Has a life, too
All the people
I’ve forgotten
And the names
I haven’t seemed
To somehow let
Cross my mind
Twidling my thumbs
On the new smartphone
Cutting ties
Doesn’t satisfy
Anything
Useful
Starving the soul
Feeding the ego
An echo chamber
Re-established
With a new throat
Time to sit down
On a stool in a
Dim room
And nurse the wounds
Pride
Ego
Confidence
Sanctity
What rules?
Everyone else
Doesn’t seem to
Have a throat
So how do we grow?
Are the things we
Say all illusory?
I wish I could say
But I can’t
Because
I have no known
Throat
I’m silent in the
Basement
Stitching up the holes
I’m sitting on a stool
Staring at new blood
This epiphany
It’s time to reestablish
With everybody else
Feed the soul
Starve the ego
Let join the two grafts
Of self and unself
Let the new blood scar
Consume Reality! 