What is life
When there are no new countries?
When there are no new experiences?
When everything seems predictable
in the way of the future?
Where oh where do the boundaries lie
Out from my brain and through me eye?
When will my hippocampus begin to refuse
A request to save a memory to reuse?
How do I know that what has been saved
Is an accurate rendition of my cards played
Where does the will come from
To continue beyond?
To make a new move?
To decide to play a new hand
Against history as dealer
What should the result be
beyond the vanity and suffering of life?
at play with the Sisyphean slave?
as a hamster moving
between the wheels of life?
A clock
Ticking in one's corner.
A pen
Writing on one's skull.
A book
Written inside a clockwork orange.
A blessing
To all the Бѣсы.
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