Poet13's Blog

under no obligation indebted to no one
vigilant within my island fortress
     the loneliness of the long distance observer
knowledge brings solitude
or perhaps it’s the other way around
so much can go wrong
     i see the angles calculate the odds
     i record the data compile my reports
surely the higherups can make sense of it
wisdom is above my pay grade
     i build false intimacy with the tools they provide
     an isolation booth made to order
the engineers supply the plans
     they have a quota
their superiors require numbers to justify their benevolence
my life is the muscle
     i am weary of my labors
     only memory serves