Epiphany (It's Hard to Breath When You Fall Into the GAP)

Harnessed in slums
guided to the shaded window:
5 leaps or 40 day lights
in a linear culture,
Blinded by the Light
that which binds willing patrons,
Bound to follow a plastic homogenized herd
through a darkened, cavernous, hallowed journey,
Condemned to a mediocre 55
down and down the dashedly dotted line.
Spine crackling rhythms
pulsed through veins
like electrodes sent to an exhausted heart,
And Ear shattering dischords
tore through a numbed mind
like a tornado greeting a sleepy town,
Opened Eyes to stare
at a pale blue sun reflecting off the moon.

By Robert Blunt