yeah
home is where the office is
it's done when it's done
a maze of our own making
hmm
or it's the fate spawned
by market forces
interpenetrating
consumer desires
birthing terrible chimeras
birthing new desires
bet you can't remember the time when your sense of self wasn't so connected to this maze
yeah
younger generations don't like to work as hard
prattle about 'work/life balance'
as though 'life' isn't 'work'
'work' isn't 'life'
both ceasing upon death
they're not serious
they make unearned demands
but
we have only ourselves to blame
we made strangers of their fathers
no thought given to future neuroses
we service the debts
of our collective dysfunction
well
it can't be helped
the junkyards rise
with cast-off desires
the sea levels rise
with meltdown glaciers
the samsara hampster wheel turns faster
every heart shall explode
the blood rises
from every mouth
we create the hothouse atmosphere
no part of the Sun shall escape
spew our burning blood forth upon the Altar,
spew our burning fear and regret upon the Altar,
the Oracle,
what used to be Gaia's
say
didn't Apollo slay the Delphic Python
to seize the Oracle from Gaia
sure
but a Serpent must always return
chasing a tale
okay
but is it Deity or Beast
or
just a hungover dream beneath the break room couch
y'know
generations
of Apollo
and Python
dialectic eternal
this or that corporate chimera seizes only the stolid Present
hopes it grasps the quicksilver Future
even if it's 'Gaia not included'
a shame
die at your workstation
sad sack minotaur decomposing in the heart of the cubicle warren
maze of our own making
-September 2021
