Mindblowers Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No depth has yet proven.
To be too low.
For those mindblowers.
Whether to do quickly.
Or shown can be done slow.

And each day.
24/7 as if to be entertained.
Many rush to sit.
Giving up their minds.
Awaiting to donate,
More of their consciousness.
Or whatever is left of it to permit.
A life accepting to feed on nonsense.

And each day.
As if entertained.
24/7.
Unnoticing light,
Dimming from their brains.
Diminishing.
Without it admitted to witness finish,
A reality.
For them that had no meaning.
To know when it began to end.