I am but a machination,
Moving precision for the great mother,
Of Elon, Bezos and Bill.
Catch a glimpse,
In between bedraggled sale of life units,
And tending to the exhausted machine.
A sliver of great natural beauty,
A moment of blinding love,
An appreciative stillness of what is.
Clock ticking, half past 6:58,
I pull my parts together
Moving back into place.
Another 3 minute round for the great mother,
An endless ocean of rounds,
A cycle of despair.
Not sure if we are doing expressions of just how fucking awful it feels to be human capital but writing this at the end of my never ending day and thought maybe someone could relate.
I feel totally useless, like a Lego in some wall, like all other legos. I didn’t eat lunch today, or go to the bathroom for my entire day. Or drink water.