a ________-like percept

Dear _______ ,

I so often feel like I am a ________ trapped in a cage; pacing the walls ready to break free.

What is outside this cage that I have to get to so badly?

Sincerely,
_______

french press

it could be simpler
we the filters spreading lies
serving needs our needs the thirst
the thirst for more more more in-for-more-mation
but not with me not with you u you not with anyone
there isn't a mess in this hall
there is a dirty procession of information information
is this not the bitchiest bitch the slut always coming
on too too to strong too much not enough
there is it? is that it? no no no no there it's not
but wait i see it then i lose it and we wonder
we see it we loosen up and the slut wants more
this information age shit is a bitch
i'm tired of looking at it
i'm tired of thinking about it
and when i don't think about it
i still think about it more more more moires
moires wrinkling the brain the filter the noise
slandering my perception perspectives lost
because there is always more i don't want more
want less less is more more is less then the conundrum
pontificating percolating electrifying the grid is fired up
there is no room there is more there is no room
there is always much more there is not enough
the filter is dirty the grime must mean nothing
nothing is everything nothing is something worth doing

Life of a Vacuum

A balanced concept in a contained universe,
that would be the only way we can see eternity.

Equilibrium held in constant stasis,
this might stop erosion, decay;

this road leads to pure logic.

No hindrances of a soul smitten
or love of anything.

No more emotions, simply ants
without a human percept,
parts of a machine untouched
by any forces, running till
infinity.

what is the spark, the trickling, the instigator,
that takes away the genuinely fluid, unknowing,
robotic, automatic machine, a whole,
from its mundane but perfect existence?

What is it that introduces change, chaos, sympathy,
ethics, the qualities of decisions?

A contained universe can not be contained,
it can not be traced back in history due to
our existence on the edge of the prehistorical
renaissance.

There are leaks in the container,
the sieve of reality lets us
breath through this earth.