Inside your head
bubbles form thoughts

tiny superhighways
are built in tiny endless loops

for no reason at all, commuters
of all types
race toward their decline, all so that you may think
all so that you may feel

their journey surely
has a clear
and definite end
as well as beginning

life and death

the way that they take
is predetermined
and their purpose
their collective purpose is thought

while you masturbate
to whatever it is that gets you off

while you eat whatever it may be
just to provide energy
for masturbation