In an ill-tuned machine
we dream
day after day
of oscillating mediocrity.
Playing permutations of the life game:
smile pain
estimate cost
ignore the remarkable.
Ticking away today,
overwound clocks,
false recorders of time past,
reproduce
in absurd complexity
habit;
locked in robotic motion;
assembly line insanity
endlessly interchanging words,
fucking and refucking with piston violence
greased with flashing distractions
selling out love for assurances...
It is enough!
Only through remorse,
The unique
pain,
will we be human
once again.