Conformity
it is complete --
protestations of the existentialists notwithstanding --
the end of history.
Science is here.
slammed over me.
and everywhere
the necessity of Standardization.
in my labor
and in my thought
Capitalism dictates.
efficiency is the new God,
except for the God-people themselves of course
who experience choice
and embrace the Absurd
as i spectate.
now, hidden by a lifetime of fantasy
or tortured by enlightenment
either way, bound by survival to succumb:
i release my mind to the Average.
where is Meaning?
Copyright © Sam Toil | Year Posted 2014
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