by H Williams on Tuesday, July 12, 2011 at 1:23pm ·
I am a discourse
stuck in loop
That grows
with each new tide
and each new moon.
That learns,
earns and yearns for
more each time.
Ever present
never ceasing,
ever growing,
once awake...
In sleep,
a flash of neurons
keeps the date.
The repetition
of the ticking
is innate.
The architecture
is the form
and keeps the date.
where happiness
is sold as loans
and keep the date.
Yet I wake asleep
held strong by the contracts
that I keep the date.
In a human structure
that craves instruction
and keeps the date.
Where "Freedom" is
a funny word
it seems...that keeps the date.
As it has lost
its meaning
in a dream that ticks and keeps the date.
And yet here I am
with my loop intact.
Looking down at my watch
knowing that I'm late.
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