Reductio Ad Absurdum
SOMETIMES I feel like,
I f e e l
LIKE
I,
I I
I I
I
I I I
I I I
I
I M LUSINNG
MAI; mnd.
I'll be sitting in something like the half-lotus
Position, and I'll be staring at my computer screen,
Which is tilted downward just slightly, so I can
See… if I play a game—which I won't (I have a TV for that) ,
But whatever—and I'll just be half-way into some
Deep focus meditation, wondering about Mu
Or something else, or something yogic,
Or something… OM NAMA SHIYAVA…
I'm just mindless right now,
Reeling in that emptiness,
Wishing I could pull myself
Out of Satan's Cradle,
Not thirsty for the milk
That flows from the mother
Of my inaction,
My absolute lethargy.
It doesn't have to be this way—
I tell myself.
I tell myself as I sit there,
White screen greeting me,
Telling me what a good day it is
To not think at all
And maybe write a poem
When I get fed up from reading
My Facebook newsfeed—
Doesn't happen as often as you'd think,
Though I'm terminally disgruntled
About the perpetual bondage
I have toward the social networking
Behemoth;
Leviathan that gnarls through the seas
Of boredom, sinking the steady ship
Consciousness in its green, amaranthine
Jaws, which glow in the twilit,
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poem by Tim Stensloff
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