Battery

[Semicircle]

I'm coming back
each and every day;
a fading consciousness, 
creating a vivid dream,
of loose strings and thoughts
connecting by a seam.


Unable to signal
or know to,
I sit, existing,
while children mash my buttons
to create fart and belching noises;
often,
a mixture of the two.



The hippy custodian comes
to reset my mind again.
With my dying glance,
I discover the source of my life:


a pink bunny–


Wearing shades.