always racing faster
to trip,
disconnecting nature's wires...
reprogram to their bidding.
a prophecy written.
the ink stained digits--
ancient politician,
not deity.
circular chain of instruction...
fulfilling feeding frenzy,
eating the legs they stand on.
destiny, a buoyant capsule--
choose to float on a sea of thoughts independent,
or choose to sink
with the rules of the powers that be.
NB @ 10:30 AM
2 Comments:
fucking excellent!
it seems you were attacked by the muses.
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