poem (by .aNTI)

Something’s wrong…

Something’s wrong with

that which can not be seen broken

is the thing that’s invisible

creaks without a sound

that which can not be heard plays the wrong

pitches the old things lie not tuned that which

has no smell is rotten

call somebody something

the system is in the lack of

that which doesn’t exist fix

the step of that which

does not move something without

existence is false

rotten is the invisible

the soundless is not tuned

fix it

the world can not feel it

but it causes chaos

in the uber-system

of imagination