2020 Poems


We are the outcomes
of our inputs
limit your sources
stop divergent thinking
mask off your surroundings
and you will collapse into
the feedback loop.

Opening all valves
at once can be overwhelming
when we have time to take it
all in, we can drown
but shut off the flow
and we die of thirst.

A balance is next to impossible
the mechanisms complex and
set to provide for addictive desires
–fear, consume, fear, consume, fear–
that was at least a familiar beat
now only fear fear fear…

The silence blinding
The compass spinning
The purpose transmuting
The desire metamorphic
The future unclear

By Makar

Stephen Sutherlin is a designer, poet and musician. He writes poetry about life in the southwest and enjoys metrical lyricism.

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