In Line..In fashion..in circle..but finite...

everyone is taught how to be straight...

walk the trodden lines...

talk the accepted notions...

everyone is made to be gracious...

courteous and ordered...

non despondent and cordial...

mild and congenial....

but the whole point is...

if infinity is bound to never exist...

and everything has to be within a line...

where the beginning moots every step...

towards an ending diplomatic ..

in step with the normative fashion...

hovering round and round..

trapped in a clairvoyant circle...

then why create..

why sing..

why cry..

and why kiss....

if everything has to have a reason..

and nothing can never fall out of place...

then why not be robots...

trained to follow the dictates of magnetic..

mortality...

bland finity...

everyone is expected..

to strategically manipulate..

no tea ceremony..ever ends with bolt from the formless soul...

everybody is supposed..

to follow the logic of derivative ethics...

no their status ...

accept their place....

then why have memories of a moonless day...

and words blurted with drunken infamies...

the why get attracted to the spring daisies..

and why feel that burning insatiable urge...

to dissolve your naked skin..with the allegories of Monarch maidens..

if everyone is meant..

to chart a particular destiny...

then why voyeur...

into the romance of the Aries stars...

if each and every nerve...

of 7.5 billion individual instances of confluence..

had to be programmed...

to condition their perceptions...

in the colors of written infractions...

and with obedience to defined values.of irrational discrimination..

then why be imaginative and follow in the triumphs of a resolute Hercules...

Then why collate silicon..into windows empirical..

and try to copulate with your hidden egos....

then why should all celebrate..

the gardens of faith...

when all that we seek..is already laid out plain for us...

like a feast...ready to b e devoured..

in token of your non exchangeable desires....

if almost everything...

is patterned to control you...

like the ever merciful damsel..from the enemy's harem...

then why ask for equality..

why seek the smell of a vengeful blade..

if nothing is ever expected to alter the line built..

and abhor the rampage of the determined radius...

and all of us supposed to loop on and off...

into mirages of self repetition...

then why need the euclidean...

and converse with the vacuum...

of far away cosmic love nests..

i know i am rambling...

it's that self perception colored by others acceptance..

of my pitiless existence..

i know i am not expected to fly...

although the sky is painfully alluring...right above me...

i understand...

the needs of the masses..

for i am the deviant...

but i only ask this..

and i fucking hell want an explanation...

if the gods explained everything..

and ransomed me into limited slavishness...

then why things often do not appear as they are...

and why the glaring infinity down and up..

tends to negate the very fashion ...

of our structured design..

and promulgated function...

if nothing is planned...

then why not for once..

fall out of line...out of fashion..

out of restraints...out of public compassion...

and be random...

for nothing one expects ..

ever really happens...

so why not break from the known devils..

and be intimate with the magical hell....

my thoughts...