While I know what the impetus for this poem was - I think I'll leave it ambiguous.  Let it mean whatever it means out there in the Wild. 

For those of you who are not popular culture or science fiction fans, the red pill and blue pill are referenced in the Wachowski's The Matrix franchise. Neo, the protagonist of the series, meets Morpheus, who offers him a choice between a red pill which will allow him to learn the truth about the Matrix (the virtual reality within which they are all trapped), and a blue pill which will return him to his former life, unaware and unawakened.

Medication(s) Required?

Constructed self unravels

into unconscious yearnings: a mystery.

Bemusement and loss of self hang out

with tenderized, desperate hope.

Is there a pill to fix it?

 

Not that pill. Not those pills.

Not the red, nor the blue. 

But the one that stops the heart

from wanting what it cannot have?

Fiona Mackintosh (© May 29, 2011)

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