Conduits

The mindless games
that so many play.
As the day passes
by the world
shall be
that
exposed nerve endings
electrocuting;
touching;
seeing.

Giving life to a world
around them.
Short circuiting
all those that come past.

The short comings
night falling;
the endless times of nothingness;
passed on;
passed down.

As the world falls.
The conduits
connecting
a future
building
of more mindless
souls
caught up
in the trails
of time
twisted in
its own making of
destruction
inhalation.

The tales fall
to the side
Separating,
to the conduits
of nothing more.

Vessels
created
only to
move everything forward.

To the next
tidal wave
that will over come
all those that are
passed by
only to see the destruction before
their eyes.

As the seas open
only to swallow
Touching the conduits
of life
passing them on
to a new beginning
of a new start.

Perhaps if only to see nothing at all.
Perhaps to see everything
exposed like
the thievery
committed
under the very nose
that
they themselves
have their hands in
the cookie jar as well.

Sticky sweet
seduction
only to tempt the spells
of the Conduit
to conclude
its distribution
of an
annihilation
to nothing.