I must ask these questions:
are we not allowed
to read into the moment,
or will we be coerced
to be quiet?
How does the machine work?
Do we surrender into the moment?
(or believe we will always descent to incoherence)
Can't I ask what is happening to me?
Where is my path taking me?
Or am I supposed to think
it is random?
Fold in front
of the noise
and retreat
to total silence
like a sensitive person
who has seen too much?
Was I fucked at birth
or was it an act of love?
Do I really have to prove that I never wanted
to be born anyway?
(see vonnegut bagombo snuff box for reference)
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