God was bored so rocked the goat
you struggling in the mirror
the motorbike´s exhaust blew out just as you feared
fat fed on festival food and a tiring career
What´s on the other side of your numbers
that you could be injected into some digital body
The human vaccine the cure and the cause
farting out like an exhaust
God was messing with the sunset one night
you with those secret colors, encrusted shame
box of sacred anxiety and the excess fumes
exhausted and immune
What´s on the other side of the mirror
sweat on your sheets curtains pulled
and target practice at security and antifrighten
exhaustion your underlined grocery list item
Sublime yourself from worry into hurry
it reverses itself like that godgiven gravity
each exhausting attempt like a horse that ran it´s last race
Your own backfiring ego attempting to save face
the lines of code falling into the toilet water
making the smooth meditational music
Now so essential for your slumber
The coping mechanism
through boredom, deadlines and numbers
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