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Intervention

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I’m in a room
I’m with a group of people
The banner says ‘intervention’
We are sitting in a circle.

Everyone had a name tag
Everyone was wearing cheap jeans
Everyone was wearing lumberjack red checkered shirts
Everyone had the same name on the name tag.  

I look around
the room is uneven and dynamic,
it moved.
Sounds of steam and bending metal filled the air.

‘Hi’ says one
‘Hi’ says everyone
I stare at everyone
‘Hi’ say I.

From the spotlight that illuminated the cell of us
A petal fell – deceasing in speed as it was descending
It took forever, and no one said anything else
I feel? What do I feel? Too late the petal hit the floor.

The petal had made the loudest sound ever imagined
The shock wave blasted the group evenly to every direction
Sending everyone fading into the darkness
However everyone faded unfazed.

A machine roared like a rampaging bull
The walls pushed us in the middle again.
And there again there was us, there was the me-s
There where the me-s but not entirely.

The petal had made a crater in the concrete.
Interrupting my dumbfounded amazement,
They said ‘Hi’ in a strong male voice.
I look up – some have changed

One had red hair down to the shoulders
One had voluptuous rosy lips
One had green and grey eyes
One was standing, he lost his chair.

I hear a cry of distress.
I look on my left, another stop light turns on
A naked man, no one that I know.
‘Help, I cannot catch a brake’

‘When I run I can’t make any distance,
And when I stop I’m blasted in spaces that I don’t want to go’
I didn’t know what to say other than:
‘Mind your step’ and the light shut off.

I turn my attention back to the group
One of the members was right up my face. He shouted ‘Focus’
Then he shouted again, in reverse ‘Sucof’
And walked back in revers to his own place

‘The intervention shall commence’
Said a member who was now wearing an expensive suit.
‘This is reasoning of reason with reason to reason of what is reasonable’
A drop of blood fell from my nose, it splattered on the floor, it shaped the word ‘No’.

The suited man continued: ‘Number 2, you start’
‘I always said he'd come to no good
In the end your honour’ He sung whilst pointing at my direction.
‘That is enough’ said the suit. ‘Number 12, what is your say’.

They stared at me; I looked back puzzled shyly pointing to myself.
The member on my left gently grabbed my left arm
And turned it. The number 13 was written.
‘There is a mistake; I’m 13’ I replied.

‘You would be right but seven just eight nine’
Everyone laughed, no one was missing.
‘But yeah, seriously seven eight nine’
I look around again; one of the chairs was covered in giblets.

Seven was sobbing, his mouth still full
Slowly swallowing with regret, mumbling incoherent words
He choked for a moment, and some contents splattered on the floor
He covered his mouth, paused his chewing for a moment, and then continued eating.

‘What is this?’ I finally ask in panic.
Suddenly a member by the suited guy stands up and in slow motion
He started running towards the middle,
While doing so he suddenly turned into an eagle, then an arrow, then a bullet.

Then a burst of acceleration,
The bullet hits the guy that was still holding my arm.
The impact was violent and forced me to turn
My back facing the group.

A light illuminated a scene.
A patient in a hospital bed attached to various machinery
Pumping fluids in and out the body.
And a cardiac monitor, attentively watched by what seemed to be a relative.

‘I wonder’ started the weeping individual, ‘I wonder
If she can feel or hear or smell’
I didn’t know what to say other than:
‘Maybe, but she is certainly speaking form the heart’

The individual turned his head slowly
And expressed a kind smile.
Then the lights shut off.
I turned my attention to the group.

I’m standing on top of a pillar
In a future world that will not be seen
Bohemian beauty of a futuristic world of which it does not have the past needed to be created.
A Never be that it never can because it never was.

Winged whales soared the skies, veering in between buildings
That neither bottom nor top can be seen.
Music echoed form the aurora illuminated night sky.
Hanging gardens sprouting form every construction.

The monolith I was standing started to go down
I saw water falls on my dissent
Channeled in various canals designed with cosmic geometry
Every function made sense.

Einstein Relativity has replaced simple arithmetic
Atoms are transformed into the perfect gyroscopes
Clean energy is everywhere.
I reached out to touch.

And out of nowhere a train slashed my view
Another train razor skimmed my back
I was in a tunnel, and a light shown on my right
There was a woman waving for attention in hopes that one of the trains stops.

She cried ‘My mind wants to go one way and my heart to the other’
‘I need something, someone, or somewhere’
I didn’t know what to say other than:
‘Start searching within your soul’ and the light turned off.

And with that a loud gong was heard.
Everything went black
I couldn’t see a thing
So I closed my eyes

And I hear chirping of birds in the morning
I’m sitting on a sofa
The room reeked of old food
And there is a lady on my lap.

She touched my lips
Ever so softly.
Her eyes fixated on me,
I feel? What do I feel? Too late, she is showing my way out.

I pack my stuff
I look at her one more time and I ask
‘Where are your wings?’
And I’m suddenly pull through the open door

I flew into the void, a loud screech
I bolted trough the expanse
And I’m back to the intervention room
Seven members were still in

7 perished from gluttony
The guys with the feminine features became one and started to show signs of lusty cravings
The one that was standing was now upside down standing on the ceiling with pride
Number 5 was giving menacing looks of envy towards pride.

Number 11 was hoarding the chairs, the greedy freak.
1 and 13. The suit and me.
The Suit spoke ‘Would it make you angry if I say you are the lazy one?’
I replied ‘Don’t you dare accusing me that I do nothing!!’

The suit seemed pleased by my answer
‘Too easy’ he said. ‘Anger truly is the sin of the hard worker’
‘The only sin that is purely produced by the soul,
And you, Number 13, you have a lot of that’.

I was seeing red and went for the rampage.
I felt strong; I felt that I can summon armies
No one shall live, I am death.
A scythe blade appeared in front of my neck. I couldn’t stop. Too late.

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I’m in a room
I’m with a group of people
The banner says ‘intervention’
We are sitting in a circle.
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