Ponder the possibility
of producing the greatest treasure,
shaping the worthiest mind,
bestowing your very being
on another
and praying they will
turn out worthy,
that you are worthy.
23:208
Raw treats coated in ice
sparkling to entice
and trick the hungry,
bite into it
and feel death
clump your insides,
sitting there to melt
and expose
the basic badness
you are made of.
23:207
Produce more
even though there’s
less hours to complete it,
less people to pack it
and less will to want it.
23:206
The cost of breathing
has risen,
the privilege is not free,
you must earn it
and die for it
before you even get a chance
to live.
23:205
Zoom onto the page
of random letters
hiding meaning and sense
that you can uncover
if you search and focus.
Forget all your other worries,
stress, anger,
forget who you are,
what your life is,
as long as you keep searching.
23:204
Repetition slows movements,
sluggish from the familiar
that spreads and infects
the mind.
Perhaps a splash of
difference will shock limbs
awake.
Or perhaps it will result
in the end.
23:203
Marvel at your earnings,
then watch the calculations
dwindle away everything
as you earn the right
to live and breathe comfortably.
Can you add up
to create extra?
Can you plan
to extend if there’s
nothing left to
dip into?
23:202
The dough monster
grows in the early hours
of the morning,
feeding off sleep and darkness
and rising to escape its prison
of metal and contained heat.
It will envelop and drown
its victims,
unable to cry out
as its sticky residue
clogs their throat
and hides their remains.
All will be lost,
all will rise again.
23:201
Eager to begin
you rise early,
too early,
pushing against
the barriers
that will not yield
and bursting sideways,
oozing out all potential
and leaving disaster
for all to gaze at
and despair.
23:200
Dump ingredients of chaos
in a bowl and watch
it spin into one lump,
hiding secrets
and temptations
unnoticed until they rise
and stand tall
for all the world
to see.
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