I am swimming, swimming, swimming, just keep <br />swimming, swimming, swimming, one word and <br />one phrase at a time, though my consciousness <br />experiences total lack of context and absolute <br />meaninglessness, I have my brain in a vice-grip <br />and we are making the trip through the document; <br />a most amazing occurrence, mostly I fall into the <br />holes in the network filaments of reality, but today <br />the vice-grip is steady, just plowing forwards, <br />irrespective of isolation and complete lack of <br />perspective; life had become totally meaningless <br />and still the vice-grip is holding, keeping steady; <br />one word at a time, one phrase towards eternity, <br />doing my job, putting down words in a series <br />of meanings that will bring nobody joy, will not <br />be blessed by a reply, a piece of work that will <br />fall down and die sooner than it has been written; <br />if this is why we have human rights and why I <br />have been born, then the world has to be <br />destroyed, the sooner the better, wasting the <br />magical gift of consciousness on white and grey, <br />colorless words in bleak sentences reporting <br />facts cold and empty, facts that offer nobody <br />succor, that does not sing or resonate with <br />anything, simply report on a meaningless <br />meeting and planning one such another – <br />people killing time, time is dead, it has been <br />killed in millions of meaningless meetings <br />held everywhere…<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-is-dead-killed-in-meetings-6-3-2008/
