Within The Structure Of Human Networks

All things

In this world

Are done

Within the framework

Of the human establishment.

 

The framework,

The scaffolding,

The structure

Is created.

 

A human is born.

And he enters

The pre-made structure.

 

Thus,

All that he does

Is done

Within pre-existing frameworks.

 

It is for this reason

The human spends the rest of his life

Comparing all but the color of his saliva

To another.

 

The human network

Is a network constructed

Of conceptual notions.

 

It is made of paper bricks.

And rubber nails.

 

The interest in human beings

And the structure they have created

Is not something

That one can be dissuaded from.

 

In fact,

Even the thought of such a thing

Would never arise

To the human mind.

 

Humans have become accustomed

To small and insignificant things.

 

Thus,

They have become

Less . . .

In every possible way.

 

The construction

Of human interactions,

And the propagation

Of human networks

Is of great interest to human beings.

 

Such things

Will never change.

 

For humans

Are captivated

By sights and sounds.

Regardless of their relevance.

 

Their comparisons

Are comparisons

Of mediocrity.

 

Their competitions

Are competitions

Of manufactured ideals.

 

To live within the network,

And most certainly to propagate it,

Is to accelerate one’s own demise.

 

But in a world

Where no man is truly alive,

Such a thing

Goes unnamed

And unnoticed.

 

All that a man longs for,

He searches for

Within the framework.

 

But because the framework

Is constructed of manufactured things,

The heart cannot be satiated.

 

Thus,

The man floats within the sphere

Of a scaffolding built by human hands.

 

At the complete mercy

Of the repercussions that arise

From an unnatural creation.

 

So deep has he ventured

Into the network,

Freedom

Is a virtual impossibility.

 

Namaste.