Symptoms of Prophecy

In the new century, we lose the art of many things. For example, at the beep, I communicate using the wrong machine. I called to say we have two lives and only one of them is real. When the phone rings: you could be anybody. In the evening: you are homeless and hunting for good light, as safe a place as any to make a bed for the night. In both my lives, my nerves go bust. I’m certain that I’m not as I appear, that I’m a figment and you’re not really here. The struggle is authenticity. I have a message. You must believe me.