The world’s events reported
In black and white
Text
Yesterday’s stories recounted
With supporting images
All designed to make a claim
Over a reality
Apparently experienced
By ‘those’ and ‘them’.

How depraved, defeated
And devastated is our world
It seems…
Reality exits when
Imagination comes to play
I can’t tell anymore
If what I call reality
Is a construct of my
Perverted imagination.

I wonder if I should
Be feeling guilty or foolish
For being the proverbial human
Enjoying the cherry blossoms of the tree
On whose branch I hang precariously
Suspended between imminent death
But ah! This moment is a gift…
Alas! The newspapers will not talk about
That which is not yet an event.