galvanize

instead of picking cotton
i have been told to repeatedly collect
case after case after
case
of mindless, mechanical distraction.
and when the sweat skates
down the side of my face
i realize that
i have been enslaved
by the things of this world.

it is mindless. yes.
and i have been absorbed. no,
my mind has been absorbed
by abstract and worn
nuisances that relentlessly fight

to flood it

with the belief that what doesn’t matter
really matters more
than anything i attempted to illustrate.

constantly hoodwinked,
i am told to function
according to a pattern
i never chose to accept,
and every symbol surrounding me
deceivingly, represents
how foolish i am by believing that the
Absurd
actually makes some kind of sense.

and even though my pennies of creativity
have no expiration date
i am still being convinced that i have to spend,
spend
spend
them on countless things that extrapolate
all the last minute still breathes
i usually conjure up in April.

and the point is that they are just things.
inanimate, lifeless artifacts
of fiction and deceit:
they do not provide the comfort i need
nor do they create the happiness that i seek.

So when Malevolence laughs
at you, at she, at we
it makes me re-evaluate
how I accentuate
this world and its slavery.



romans 12:2