I have to get out
of this loop,
the Loop
the circling of my problems
the
created and common sickness
from
sucked
down
advertising
'sandwiches for sale'
discount coupons
for
pounds of doughnuts
to
jam into
tote bags
squished next to
sidewalk crowds
with their hot calves,
pointy umbrellas,
and prison cell-ulars that are loaded
with
conversation
about this
philosophical
treadmill.

Who am I?
That
I 'm
aware?
I
the accountable
I
the
weird
the awaken.
Enlightenment is
riding in my backpack
not permeating
me
but
something
I
say
and
press send.
This loop
continues.