Believing emptiness taught.

excuse me,
let’s make this easier,
more convenient.
let’s remove life,
and substitute it
with the automated.
heck, i’m just a response.
the science of
who, what, where, why and when
of me is public domain.
this causes that,
so what am I?
as far as i know,
i’m a disposable response
whose weight
is less than
what is capable.
that’s good right?
to make a profit,
the baseline must be
less than that of proposed.
i express a constructed distress,
one of which seems new.
it may be new to me,
but to those will experience
call bullshit.
excuse my inexperience,
but i didn’t know someone
was orchestrating this whole ordeal.
why bother?
to me, it seems juvenile
and malicious.
we fight amongst ourselves
knowing, upon personal reflection,
this all to be meaningless.
i complain at what i grasp at
because it’s something
that is not there.
how i continuously lead myself
to believe in what’s not there.

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Busting at the seam with inexperience

one droplet,
another, another,
and many more.
they’ve taken refuge amongst a fault.
living tide upon verge,
limits once contained
faults pronounced under stress.
stress exacerbates faults.
the upholding damn,
buckles into hell.
order restored through loss,
doubt is new order.
former foundations crumble
to new wear.
inexperience rests no easy feet,
building takes time business cannot waste.