balance of thoughts that you think’ –
I read these lines over and over with
great sorrow, suffering a headache
caused by taste addiction to quick
pick-me-ups
Attempt to break enslavement
sitting still and avoiding sensory
stimulation, but for words on paper
and illustrated screen – terms
do not sing, meaning unrelated
to spelling and sound
The sole sensation in unalloyed
boredom of being ensconced on
a back-straightening high chair
with air-con’s soft susurration
and random voices relaying
information on work problems
If I had metaphysical thoughts
to lift me up like a spiritual Indian
Fakir my body would be happy to
exist in limbo without experiencing
any kind of sensory stimulation, a
sense of taste the one loss
It makes me think I’m alive - the
official lines on death, destruction
and fraud leave me cold – dead
in my chair – dying some more
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