The Magic Machine No reason to argue the color of a sunset With someone that is color blind The wavelengths of light may be the same But the magic machine That paints them on the screen inside our heads Is not created on an assembly line More than seven billion organic movie theatres And no popcorn or Milk Duds are served in a one Endlessly absorbing invisible grains of quanta Endlessly creating unique stories Broadcast to one The magic machine has no god Yet the magic machine has created all Gods Could that be why some say the wolf should be hanged, Yet others say Little Red Riding Hood was a promiscuous little bitch And deserved to be eaten? So those of us with similar movies Group comfortably together in our walled neighborhoods The discomfort of fight or flight when faced with Fox News click bait Crush any dialogue that could possibly provide a wrecking ball To the walls we have built Maybe someday we will be able to listen To actually hear the other side Instead of pressing to find our own talking points Maybe someday we will let go of proving the grass is green And instead talk about the mystery of chlorophyll Maybe someday we’ll picnic on a white and black blanket Spread upon a calming sea Gaze into the sun And struggle together to unlearn all of our movies Created by our own magic machines Arguing at the Thanksgiving table that climate change is a hoax Waging war Muslims and Jews, Protestants and Catholics Hanging an innocent man for the color of his skin All symptoms of opposing dramatic tales We are all prisoners inside our own jail Who will send us a cake with a file to break the locks? . How can we communicate with the other inmates? How have we not destroyed ourselves? Let’s hope Most of the movies end With happily ever after