Much too dangerous to delve into the financial requirements
Of an expected future employer while being paid to meet
The supposed needs of one’s
current drinker of one’s labor
The risks of the crows watching, it is all but a den of
thieves!
I am among them, stealing minutes at will
Latching to my laptop like a junkie craving appeasement
To be doing anything other than what I am asked to do
So that I will venture onward and then do the same
Always racing mind to play hide and seek from my body
To be thinking in one playground of factory
Conspiring or fantasizing independent of the mundane
drudgery
Of the known
I cast eyes at the incense rocks of Jerusalem, the sea salts
of Spain
The journey is bred into my consciousness as if I bare
origin
To a nomenclature centered on this planet
The elemental is dangling like daggers of depleted nutrients
in my skin
Raining blades with no shield to hold aloft my skull
Knowledgeable of the consequences of staying put
The precipitation of understanding is to set foot in muck
Postulate the benefits of commitment to be sacrosanct
Weld these iron beams to my femurs to be used as stilts
For the optimum existence,
I am starving; I am famished in this wasteland of now
Corrupted by a conflagration of the intestine
Singeing my spine as the hours climb towards the realization
That my heart is now affixed to this temperament
Incapable of hope itself that what my mind dares and dreads
Dares and dreads to contemplate as possible is instead
simply a mirage
That there is no other; there is no beyond
Like my childhood abandonment of post-mammal salvation,
There is only this and escape is an illusion of vantage
Preference is a bartered good between one’s self in a zero-sum
game
For the vessel is the continent is the planet is the
universe
Narrowed to the holder of any thought
We all know the end, fighting with all our being to avoid
recognition
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