And these frames, they get jostled.
And these pipes, they get clogged.
And these recipes and algorithms get troubled and buggy.
The mechanism is failing, and we push on with the
maintenance and the cleaning and the exercising.
For better performance and perhaps for better seeing.
Clearer understanding.
Which makes it all the more puzzling
that sometimes we’d throw poison into the system.
And sometimes a little chunk of us breaks free –
to float around the pipes, jam things up
and utterly cluster fuck our performance.
Intense attention can witness this clustering of fuck
and understand if it’s the end or a beginning.
Understand if it’s life or death or both.
See it as an is as opposed to is not.
Clear it and go further.