an autopsy of modern conscıousness

jazz for your ears

echoes of a forgotten god

every note, a rebirth

every silence, a funeral

colors for your eyes

not colors, ghosts of light

trapped in windows of time

reflected on the skin of memory

endless apartments

stacked like failed heavens

where loneliness grows like moss

on the concrete of repetition

like infinite arguments

between soul and reason

each door a thesis

each night a contradiction

dreamworld for mind

a cartography of chaos

where sleep is a philosopher

and dreams are illegible scriptures

daydreaming for peace

a rebellion without weapons

where the only war

is between what is and what could be

dystopia is recent world

not outside but inside

etched on the ribs

of those who forgot how to imagine