Of Concrete And Glass

Found the core to stop the flow

No obstruction, green pierces everything

I have been washed

Now the errors and faults are a blur

See the glass under my feet and the reflection above

It has all come to this:

My view to the left and to the right has been lost

Something is blocking it

To help me focus on what is important

For it and for them

I have been eaten by dirty blocks of concrete

And concept-paper

But in the end, as I was sliding brutally through the system, the whole feeling of being digested turned out to be nothing more that the feather-soft caresses of a juggernaut world

"P&S to be returned to _"

I guess it's all set

So it has come to this

Measuring the distance

Between this world and mine