do-while human
it’s there, waiting a mesh of noise the market of more and I know it well like the black screens I keep reaching for. it’s there, taunting the bright of normalcy the bragging of more and I curse it well like how money feels good in your hands. touch the surface and I'm back— one (1) snap, and the robot becomes one (1) in tune with the algorithm one (1) strike, and the musician reboots to hold its designated instrument ready at one (1) to resume the choreographed movement. for a moment, I was there— walking where the land is thick with haze of swollen dreams not much could I see enough could I breathe, I was there, for a moment— walking to the far end the path never bleak the steps harsh on the feet yet soft on the heart. now where am I but at the seams hesitating never one with what I loathe never one with what I love. what could be done but cross the bridge back and forth & risk my convictions dripping from the limits of my nature. risk the finished melody of either end. risk the fulfillment crown of getting anywhere. risk the imagined summit only to go tumbling down like a fool isn’t this what everybody does? what fresh beginning am I hoping to be served on the easy platter? what renaissance can be done in a week? how do I stop the voice that screams injustice while I participate in the very system where it bleeds? go on, enter the noise know it enough to understand to walk away untouched. go on, take the means to the end. change the means to the end. go on, live in the lie to lie in the truth. go on, risk a fire a high a song, for a break, an exit out the threads of corporate void. run repeat while one (1).
