without predetermination
when life sees us as their
enemy and retaliates to
remove us from the equation;
we respond in-kind and
the battle begins knowing
we are on the losing side...
life hunts us down and
prosecutes us like criminals;
we remain out-of-pocket
for as long as we can...
emptying the trash at night
instead in the light where
we can be seen by others who
will give up our identity in
a New York minute or two;
a point-in-time arrives when
we are no longer responsible
for ourselves or our actions
and our lives become just a
meaningless joke as we
lay in our beds dying...
we are without thought
we are without consciousness
we are without a spirit as
it has already left our bodies;
our lives have been neutered
by our life and we remain
hopelessly and helplessly
tied to the past looking to
secure our points-of-origin.
16 November 2021
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