One Day We Drew a Line
This was the inception:
Distorting imperfect perception with signs.
Thus the descent into deception,
And an inversion of the immersion in illusion into an epic noble climb.
Yet deeper we delve:
We trap eternity in a circle,
Divide it up by sixty and twelve.
“Hey man, do you have the time?”
We widen the rift:
Repossessing reciprocity
We standardize and stamp out the gift.
“Hey brother, can you spare a dime?”
Further down the line:
Unwrapping the world and laying a grid,
Mercator’s Mappus Mundi slid us from ‘it is’ to ‘it is mine’,
An imprimatur to imprison ourselves for property crime.
This madness that owns….
Presuming to tell the Sun where it is at high noon,
We smear out the sky’s cycle in time zones
And make the day dance to our tune.
At the end of this race 
We lose our richness of expression :O
As we replace the smile with the smiley face 
Keeping pace with the logic of posthuman progression B/
We reify, it’s categorical, forget our thoughts are metaphorical,
Images and symbols, semantic semiotic sigils,
Concretized concepts compelling control
Subsuming the world as a means to fleeting goals
Expunging the animus mundi
Experiments on animals for money
Collapsing multivalence to a null point
Killing the complex by perfecting our percepts with Procustean precision
Circumscribing innocence inside a circumcision.
And Babel’s tower crumbled for as it reached the sky
It lost contact with the land.
And on what do we stand?
