[Three-Planes-Aligned]

As you're driving to work,suddenly all traffic comes to a stop just as you hear....

...the sonic recurrence of that inner harangue
- triggered to rant by a glance into the mirror by chance
Seeing the being-for-others fleetingly flutter
- in a meaningless hustle in the un-living expanse
of being uncovered - you sleepily putter
- daydreaming of colors in this city of glass
towards increasingly tougher - and persistent demands
- gripping your nads with millions of hands
A vanishing wraith with a fistful of ash
with diminishing vigor and wits to withstand
the miserably bland and insipidly flat
- gibberish linguistics of the privileged class
What you see is a clone feeling at home
- repeating routines feeling no meaning or hope
a reasonless ghost - stuck to gleeless basics
- a feeble patient with his freedom revoked
having brief relations - love, a legal matrix
and but the alleviation - of being alone
What you see is a coarse, unclean/unshaven
- beliefless agent from a creepy basement
You hear naked software - speaking in code
- who pines to return to the fetal abode
who can't go on - goallessly striving
- as a midget that's cloaked as a glorious titan
Not on your way to work, this morning, my diamond
- the person who started the car is no longer driving