• Habitual

I see my peers, both young and old, standing right side up with their feet in the direction my head is pointing.

Rigid – Still – Comfortable

As comfortable as fine as alright as normal.

A conformation.
Tradition.
An overlooked, misjudged habit.

As common as circuitry extensions from our fingertips dictate our leisurely thoughts at the pace of the clicking rate of a monotonous metronome.

Without fail.
Without consciousness.
Without hesitation.

A creditable standard that was piled up by gluttonous eye measurements and left inedible.
Leaving the feeling of non-satiated bloatedness.

An un-creditable standard that was continuously left aside by ignorant would haves and could haves and infamous should haves.
Leaving the feeling of unattended rose bushes in a distant relative’s garden.

And an imaginary standard that should almost go unmentioned through the purity of its non-realistic existence.
Leaving the feeling of a polytheistic worship of a singular many faced god.

Through their feet which is level with my head and their toes which see my view as reversed polar opposite yet similar imagery.
In what seems like an alternate reality but is simply the same reality seen through kaleidoscope glass mirrors.

I see instinctual attempts to seek out the unconscious clarity through various forms of ritualistic consumption.

Pseudo-fluidity – Fake Freedom – False Refreshment

As ok as satisfactory as enlightening as normal.

A conformity.
Cult.
A misrepresented, surrogate euphoria.

Consuming emotions which are kept in a large candy jar. Only eating the favored colors, knowingly leaving the uninteresting colors behind –
Licorish collecting at the bottom, left to pickle.

Consuming the chemical Want To Haves and Should Have Gottens found on eden trees. Only drinking desires, unknowingly ignoring necessities – The Could Not Bes remain on the branches, left there to rot.

Consuming artificial supplements to fill voids and vessels and empty spaces. Only injecting the superficial surface of the Mediterranean, subconsciously avoiding the deep – the dark nutrient rich ocean, left untouched and forgotten.

Through their feet which is level with my head and their toes which see my view as reversed polar opposite yet similar imagery.
In what seems like an alternate reality but is simply the same reality seen through kaleidoscope glass mirrors

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