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dismally repeating future
by Travis G Finborg
Things are slowing down, real far down
a stop of motion a slurring of speech
patterns emerge froma coalescing miasma
this oily desecrated picture
Mytime dissolves as a chalky
pill in an acidic bath
looking around nothing focuses
I am a disk to observe the lack of
movement. Stretching my arm
through the concrete slowly drying
that is the air around me
Im drowning in a slurry of
limestone and sand.
To observe my life is to
observe imprisonment
a day of rituals and repetition
a boredome surrounds me
and forces me to stupification
repetition of thought and movement
over the horizon of tomorrow
isee it all repeating
a never ending day that dissolves
to night and breaks its shell
again to show us the sun
the absence of darkness
there is nothing there that wasnt there before
I am a random beast who is forced to
singularity. The sleep
is interrupted by the waking
and through self indulgence
destruction emerges on a plateau
Here I rise to face this sameness
This is how it ends only to begin
I twist and rage against my bonds
only bringing them to the more apparent
point in front of my noise
a hovering machine of thoughts and
sounds, my breath escapes only to enter again
drowning and living in a sea of
stale air. It keeps repeating.Things are slowing down, real far down
a stop of motion a slurring of speech
patterns emerge froma coalescing miasma
this oily desecrated picture
Mytime dissolves as a chalky
pill in an acidic bath
looking around nothing focuses
I am a disk to observe the lack of
movement. Stretching my arm
through the concrete slowly drying
that is the air around me
Im drowning in a slurry of
limestone and sand.
To observe my life is to
observe imprisonment
a day of rituals and repetition
a boredome surrounds me
and forces me to stupification
repetition of thought and movement
over the horizon of tomorrow
isee it all repeating
a never ending day that dissolves
to night and breaks its shell
again to show us the sun
the absence of darkness
there is nothing there that wasnt there before
I am a random beast who is forced to
singularity. The sleep
is interrupted by the waking
and through self indulgence
destruction emerges on a plateau
Here I rise to face this sameness
This is how it ends only to begin
I twist and rage against my bonds
only bringing them to the more apparent
point in front of my noise
a hovering machine of thoughts and
sounds, my breath escapes only to enter again
drowning and living in a sea of
stale air. It keeps repeating. 02/09/2003 Author's Note: Boredom is a b!tch
Posted on 02/09/2003
Copyright © 2026 Travis G Finborg
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