Running late as usual...
Straight lines - cyclical, circular -
from this lost point to that, these
understandings shared, shaken,
blurred boundaries, between
false certainty and freedom.
Consensual constraints,
Socially structured.
Neurotypical. Non negotiable.
Consensus based and cruel.
(Oh, I did not agree to share these falsehoods
And I am not the only one refusing)
Between this point and that
Runs more than one route
Between this lie and that
Lives more than one learning
Between this minute and that
My mind means madness
Cyclical, circular, unseeming
Time travelling
Lost, alone,
And, as usual,
Late
(Which is, you know, another word for dead)
Fatally flawed
Look back in longing
From this point to that
In time
In retrospect
In perspective
On time