Exit The Matrix
Poetry
Novels and those conversations
how an artist is able to reproduce
such details in little aspects
their works are just impossible
and yet
they explore life
creating what nobody did before.
Is nature and complexity
— together —
in such a beautiful way
designed with intent?
when I see a pen
floating around in the ocean of atoms
on the table
I see life even if
there isn’t a beating heart
it’s consciousness everywhere.
just when it’s about to go dark
you send me a text and we schedule a meeting
even if it’s not tomorrow or any time soon
I’ve put my intentions to reunite our souls
like two pieces of the orange separated by a knife
such is life,
sometimes it’s a mess,
sometimes is wonderful.
And I wonder around
admiring the singing birds
the telephone rings and I’m afraid to answer
It stops ringing and I regret
what it’s Morpheus calling me back
and I just lost my opportunity to exit
Will I answer another call?
