Grip

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Feb 04, 2020 

Firmly griped.
Griped
in what’s
around.
Griped 
by the
code.
Where
we are.
Internal
instinct 
gripping 
what is done.
Programmed.
Coded for
function.
Controlled
by code.
Do what’s
done, coded
as such.
No way out!
No way 
out of 
determinism.
Predetermined 
from the start.
Coded
from 
inception.
Illusions.
Merry-go-round.
Everything 
a merry-go-round.
Spinning.
Relentlessly 
spinning.
Going nowhere, 
simply in 
circles 
as designed.

 

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