Away to the left
A river falls.
Ahead I see a lake.
Behind me the dam is breaking.
To the right the stream is at the bottom of the crevasse.
Swept away into the water of consciousness
I try to hold on.
My breath becomes laboured.
Yet, drowning is not an option.
The driving fan is broken.
I cannot cool down.
The engine is failing.
Forward I must go.
Someday my light will fade.
Today is not that day.
Scrolling down.
Text after video.
Short bursts of dopemine.
Looking up finally.
The time is later than it is supposed to be.
Bad decisions.
Scrolling continues.
Bad day to begin after a long night.
Describe your process.
Who’s job do you do?
Can you answer me as to what this means?
Help.
Am not sure this is legal.
I just need to finish this.
Then I can get you food.
No, it is not dinner time yet.
What do you mean, (pathetic meow)?
Fine, I’ll crawl into bed and snuggle!
Buses, trains, clown cars.
Safety over ridden by societal pressure.
Classrooms should be safe spaces.
No child should be ignored.
The crisis is here.
It is now.
Governments do not listen, even when the people scream.
Claws retract.
Hisses lowers.
Ears still flat.
Back away my friend.
You can never be too careful.
Holding up the girls.
Finding them comfort.
Lifting them gently.
Support without the pokey.
Enhancement without the danger of escaping.
Too bad there are no one size fits all.
Too big and all the answers are no.
Bad deal.
Yesterday included.
From a tall tankard.
Inquiry and Art.
Walk across my keyboard.
Detain the truth.
Nothing chases my existence.
No epitaph clearly spells my name.
Decades of living, serving you, others.
Become a focus of derision.
Invisible to the periphery.
Kind of embarrassing really.
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