Horizontal Hor-iris-uns

An iris circles a sun Where water meets a vertical horizon Seeds from a cloud, dark gray Making the night of a day Fear's grip, holds onto, tightening Predictable, emerging light, so enlightening Water's droplets taking forever to fall Horizontally, to ceiling, from wall All eyes inevitably inverted Every vivid scene inserted Processed produce perverted Glass sands of a desert deserted Facing faces contorted Scribes describing scenes, distorted Lying down in beds purported Sifting soft shit, a fan, through sieve, sordid No checking, accounts reported Everything's been reduced To warfare digitally produced All these screens being embraced While connections are being erased Silence is deafening, corrected Now it's predicted, expected Humanity, with a blown gasket At a fitting, for its casket