friction

this tightness is
it is the mere thought of existence that can overwhelm
and proclaim, I am here
this friction is
I am lost in the pain because it’s not injury
but feeling. nerves are wonderful creatures
we all have such internal instincts to know happiness
and yet we turn away to externalities

these lovelines are nothing, worn through submersive advertisements
we must celebrate the other, they yell
we must portray ourselves as available and not hurting
but I can see the faces as they dine and dash for discounts
they don’t care that this blood takes years to wash off
they only see gratifcation in their wants fulfilled.

but who defines those wants?
I see wants in everything. I see control being pulled
from under my pillow and over my head
from the countertop to the cupboard
this desire to be so nice and shaft-like
please milk me for my money
it’s not as if we earn it for any purpose
other than to be these consumption-beings

and so, they tell us, the robots will number
somewhere in the realm of four million in north america alone
but I know that the number is more likely 300 million already
if nothing, why do I know how to move these fingers?
why do I know how to manipulate this data?
because it is a tool, this body, this mind
this feeling is nothing but a mere distraction from the task
of accomplishment
this friction is nothing but in the way of realising
that I am here to serve.

the public? no. they aren’t concerned.
what concerns them is their practical use of themselves
they wish they knew how to manipulate their free time
like they are being manipulated.
it’s interesting that we have to define our time
as free and not. because the definition of slavery
is too harsh to accept. so we mute it and spin that as
only for those that get by on less.

I don’t have answers. this friction is causing me to find
quesitons more often than solutions.
but the point is, I can sense something here.
I don’t know if I’m trapped in this matrix–
even the mere reference to pop-culture seems contrived,
as if it was planted to make me think I know what to think–
but I know this desire is burning holes in whatever friction is out there.
I will find this way. I will find this way.
I will spread this way to those who need it.
I will accomplish the meaning of this experience.