The System of Production

The system of production
Has become the system
Of work
Of family life
Of education.

We come together to produce…
Produce what?
That which is marketable
Why do we produce it?
Because our worth depends on it.

What if the demand
For what you produce falls?
You are problematised
Counselled, guided, re-arranged
In the system…

So that you may
Learn. Align.
And become
What the system
Wants you to be.

Your passion
Must generate a buzz
Your leadership
Must be led by the system.
Perception is what the system manufactures.

In a controlled world
Where our system-induced lifelessness
Loses the ability to absorb life
We consume experiences.
We confuse excitement for passion.

The system of production
Is designed to give you
What you want.
It cannot profit or sustain itself
By giving you what you need.

Family

It was a three-hour drive that drove us.

A six-pack

inert

Silent in thought

and throbbing in pulse

Each of us immersed

in a reality of our own

Wombed together

in a pregnant pause

We each emerged a little

in clumsy attempts to connect

Islands adrift

In a sea of consciousness

 

Aware

 

but unknowing

 

Too close for comfort

Yet far away…

 

None of us had anything to say.