And they laughed <br />out loud when <br />I said it regarding <br />some kind <br />of invisible all seeing eye, <br /> <br />or some hidden God, <br /> <br />I can see why <br />and yet I cannot <br />find anything, <br /> <br />nor does anyone <br />ever appear, <br />and say - Here... <br /> <br />or can you hear <br />what it is that makes <br />us feel like - lost tribes <br />or furtive soldiers, <br /> <br />listen! <br /> <br />I cannot hear anything, <br />only the imaginary screams, <br />dished out by the Media, <br /> <br />of what talks even louder, <br />a loud shrill of coloured <br />monetary paper, <br /> <br />so I rip through a wall <br />of skin, claw the imaginary <br />place inside the face, <br /> <br />and configure <br />the oasis of hair <br />and mouth <br />assembling words <br />like chairs, <br /> <br />go on, <br />arrest me with <br />some kind of newfangled <br />way of talking, <br /> <br />I am so bored, <br />with the visible... <br /> <br />willing so much <br />invincibility, <br /> <br />you need plenty of armour, <br />if you really want to spill <br />your mind, these days...<br /><br />GRANT FRASER<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/invisible-159/
