Vection

The pleasantries are said
as though they're merely an allusion
he's lost within his head
where he can prey on the profusion
of fauna that are fed
by the colorful collusion
of idiom that's more than green
with florid gobs of glib between.

He watches others go
and it seems that he's in motion
the movement tells him so
but it's just a faulty notion
as age begins to show
while supposed locomotion
takes place within his frontal lobe
where he's content to ever probe.