Reign Of The Night Hag Poem by Lucas Akkadian

They inhale,
And exhale,
Watching,
in vicariousness-
like robots in the garden,
Nodding off to nowhere.
And every last weight falls away
as the contagious deterioration snowballs.
They breath in their synthetic eucharist,
resigning all their abilities to be
anything more than conscious,
As prosthetic awareness beams
in through the looking glass,
hitching rides on transclucent trails
between families wired to living room furniture sets
And out into the bowing streets,
To feed a dumb ecstacy of blaring commercial euphoria.
And while dreamers wade fervently,
through the sludge of a superimposed dreamscape.
Agoraphobic shells sit to atrophy,
making lines in front of the t.v.