Civilization scrounging together rocks into bricks with bridges and rivers to ports. Goods to poor and chopped wood or debt and banks along cements with paper as plastic and arsenic in glasses!
Motion without sound! Movement with construed meaning!
A schedule unravels right before you. Is it yours? The clock spins in tune, striking on every hour that makes a minute into seconds and blocks into moments until you’re forty with no recollection. Calendar days falling off and flowing around!
Do you see the march made of you? Where’s all this kerosene coming from? I wonder when the fireworks start.
Mouths moving from one topic to another until our year comes. Treat old topics as discontinued franchises and defunct relationships as vacancy signs.
You can hear the billboard scream MARCH! The parade and its spectacular essence. How it all breathes; a life-force made unto itself. Which cell are you? I’m on cell block B. Apparently we make beta-blockers?
Subways open with the flood swishing between ambition and detached maniacal envy morphing into quiet resignation, desperation to keep it together and upward!
Discarded college diplomas and dollar bills around a graveyard…
This and that with more in store; the crops completed another cycle, how many more?
Oh how I very much worry how Stew or Sally and Joe may think of me at the office though!
How many thoughts! Millions and millions each month moving toward the larger frame; we’re just installing the details.
What a masterful orchestra of living. Who’s the conductor?
I would very much like to meet them.