Media is everywhere
Media to me, Media to mirrors
Media to mint minds and mates
It is a mirror in my misery room
It is a maze in my morbid life
It is a mystery in my measures
It is spinning silks for my soil
It is selling seers to my savagery
It is preaching pupillary principles
In the capillary cast of my creed
It is a semiotic semblance of my spilt self
I could coil myself to feast its foliage
As it is more of a tree than a tornado
I could morph myself into a miserable moth
I could mock maths in this mosaic mind
More of a binary beast
May be a tertiary tentacle
More of a divergent dream
In this metamorphosis
The media myth became a mirror
A mirror with musical memes
Memes with mathematical measures
What am I seeing in this surreal system
It is a square sentence
It is a triangular truncation
It is a quadratic quagmire
It is a crystal cave of convolutions
It is a dilated dream of divergence
It is inside a column of circuits
It is beyond my binary reach
It is beyond my tertiary reach
It is beyond my quaternary reach
It is a media maze that I mince about
It is a media maze in my home
It is just a witness to my wilderness
It is not a singular self
It is the polygon of a polyphony
It is the theatrics of a theft
It is the prims of a prison
It is the purple of a pupil
I just augured in
I just eclipsed out
I just visaged off
I just mazed away
It has become a lattice now
With rivets, riddles and rhythms
Being divergent and diagonal
It is a conjugate and colloidal
Let there be swarms and arms !
