Speculative thoughts and pointless questions?

What is a Word
floating in a void,
or a sentence
devoid of meaning,
but suspended gibberish,
which for eternity
is changing?

Is it like seeing
without sight,

or watching

without peeking,
or is it the paucity
of cool light,
lurking in the shadows
of a brave awakening?

Blended themes 

and minced fears,

can make such things

seem much more clear.

But who is keeping

an eye on these dreams

that boldly appear

through a crackling stream?

Recipe of Binaries

The maladies 

of nostalgia - 

sweet strawberries 

and red cherry pies.

Before words

and after prayers,

broken rhymes about

how no one cares.

Will the metal melt

as the machines break,

what humans felt

was just give and take?

Watered melancholia 

poured over social media,

baked epiphanies stirred

with tyrannical pop-trivia?