Tuesday, March 1, 2011

2068. PROFESSOR NUCLEUS

PROFESSOR NUCLEUS
He religiously watches his coffee brew.
He's worshiping smoke, and aroma. Two
hands 'round a very small cup. I religiously
watch the windows steam up. Unaware.
Unregarded. Uncorrected. I am such a
neutral moment. A sleeve prepares the
enemy down : ten new bullets on a
field of war. We know how it will
always be. The man needs his
moments prepared to precision -
and buttons are pressed to achieve
what we send. Think not there's a
reason for Reason, for all is ideal in the
end. (And this is but a picture frame).

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