Local Apathetic Gait

A poem about our friend Local Apathetic Gait(LAG).

 

Local Apathetic Gait

Forever watching, forever waiting

We watch as the loading bar fills up

from left to right

Ignoring all the text and all the animation

We let time pass as we stand still

Tick, Tick

The second hand slowly completes yet another circle

With each circle the minute hand moves, ever closer to the 12

With each step the short hand moves ever closer to the next hour

Tock, Tock

With each pass of the hour, the sun moves from dawn to dusk.

With each cycle of the sun, the world slowly advances a day at a time

With each set of seven days creates a week and so on

Tick, Tock

Aren't we still waiting for that bar to fill. Ignoring everything else.

Staring at a screen, we await a flow of Ticking Infinitesimal MEasurements. We ignore the future, the past

and focus on what's happening NOW.

Gong, Gong

Is that death calling?

Or has the loading far disappeared.

Don't worry the lag is gone, and you can resume your daily life.

For the Commercially Obtained Machine People Use That Everyone Recognizes is done loading.

Its job is done and is awaiting its next task.

[Magen Kumquat]