Emotions build a giant mass of towering obstruction
blocking off the sun, the air; the rigid, reassuring reminder of reality;
not allowing the usual broad-minded deduction
that the eye within the spirit can clearly see.
Courage – so easy to speak of this concept of fortitude;
the display – not so simple, is it now?
The presence of which in one’s context may elude,
the elusion of which we should not allow.
Buzz away the robots
like the unremitting ebb and flow of the tide,
the interrupting, enabling commotion does not dawdle,
the visits are short and pointed.
Objective: to interfere
with the Electricity jumping hoops
between linkages in the circuitry of our Thought.
Align your mind
A line aligns with other lines, and collectively, make a beeline
for you to see the rigid, solid connectors –
the confused threads flex, then intertwine,
awkwardly dividing the masses of people
into faceless boxes, into an anonymous steeple.
Parallels appear to govern Life
lines, sections, lanes, sanctions.
Little Robot Zombie infants are taught:
Conformance is King;
obey, observe, fit in, merge, match.
Do as you ought!
Exceptional = unacceptable.