panta rhei

smooth penetration, the incantation of childhood dreams

raindrops hit the hard concrete surface

stick firmly into the wood

then metal and glass substitutes

ornaments carved into the mosaic of a Roman bench

all mixed up in one moment of happiness

smoothness of feelings and thoughts

soon, it will all become

lost in the mud and surrounding madness

pure floods of electricity

through a high voltage substation

electric shock from manipulated medicinal mash

contextual memory versus logical thinking

smoothing the diversion from the main path

was I allowed?

to be a circuit breaker and still survive?

others will come after me

and someone has to be

a servant wrapped around their fingers

‘not me this time’, I scream

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