Realize Something New

She stares, motionless, transfixed,
her eyes reflecting a paralyzing, vacuous light.
She peers out from deep billowing clouds
of luxe feathers hemmed in by infinite
white softness and a trillion tight stitches.
Her sight is fixed upon a tiny insect
traversing the buzzing tv screen
who thinks he is trapped in this field of static,
a blazing mine field of blips and pixels,
draining life energy and fueling madness.
He is so frantic for escape,
going around and around the edges,
it makes him all the more unable
to see the whole rest of the world beyond.
She marvels, with a fraction of sympathy,
from her silken cloud of repose,
at how a mere quarter inch
of cheap, flimsy plastic lip
could become desolate canyon walls
when the capacity of quiet consideration
is lacking or denied.
On and on does he circle the perimeter.
Over and over again does he recover old ground,
his boundaries a pure machination
in light of his easily observable abilities,
clear to omniscient eyes.
A corner holds possibility for him here!
The center sucks him in there.
The intense pulsing blindingness
emulates the gravity of a black hole,
and he is inextricably gripped
by this real nightmare built on pure perspective.
She reclines and watches.
Hoping.
Hoping…
Then wonders,
Should I help him?
Or should I be the one
to realize something new…
And suddenly, a deep vibration of thunder rolled out
like a god shaking out the tapestry of her world.