The Sterile Area. (New Long Version).

Between truth and lies,
Fantasy and Reality,
The Sterile Area X Rays all things
With the white light
Of the void.

Here I spend my time,
Neither on the inside,
Nor on the outside,
But somewhere in between,
The No Mans Land of day to day existence
Where nothing real is spoken
And thoughts are packed in ice.

The cameras film all angles,
The tapes are kept on file,
There is no dark place to hide.
I have even started to believe
My laptop is a nest of spies,
And my phone can read my mind.

Dreams are all I have
To keep me in touch with life,
The true sound of my voice,
The music in my heart.
I have junked the television set,
Quit reading the Sunday Times.
I want my dreams to be my own,
Not those the Press supplies.

I want to find the self I was
Before convention grabbed my throat,
Pinned me to the wall and tried
To quarantine my mind.

Between the truth and lies
The white light of the void
Wipes clean all that is real
From off the slate of life.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
June 1st. - 2nd. - 3rd, - 11th. -12th. - 18th. 2017. 

Written , initially at great speed, after hearing Anthony Howell read his poems about prison life.