Monday, March 16, 2015

My Distended Universe

From out-through-inward
glances I am walking picture
health, red eyes, not-yet-
so-sagging-skin, not-yet-so-
showing-my-age, a perfect
asked for shell encased
humanity-bubble, walking to
work, walking to the grave,
showing smiles when prompted,
answering back hellos, body
breaking down nobly, mind
stitched together with tv show
highlights, news snippets, party lines,
I have made an effort to appear
unremarkable, to remain unnecessary
a blink of a cog in the great machine
mind civilization, fitfully prepared
for what's expected of me.

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