autopilot…poem?

when enough is

enough and 

experience has left its

imprint upon you and

one must process pain

to proceed to 

something worthy of it

progress, one must progress

process and proceed and prevail

to progress, yes

that is how it must be done says

the face reflecting torment terror

trance trancing on the techno tires

telling time-tables to time tables and 

tables time like stopwatches or

mobile times on mobiles on tables timed and telling

time of time telling time of time telling like a

mirror reflecting mirror reflecting a million

mirror maze

it is about time time times time to be on time and before time and

timeless and

time was always a socially constructed term

anyway like

words but not worry or wisdom or wonder

and these are all my words for now. 

 

 

 

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