The small hand flickers.
Dancing at terminal velocity towards the partisan line that separates yesterday and tomorrow.
A sentence of Binary selections stich together the illusion of free will.
Spinning web. Taking Measure. Cutting Thread.
Problems paid for and spun into pre-packaged chemical solutions.
A charlatan whispers:
Don't mind the elephant in the room and don't be an ass.
The Grandfather Clock that strikes Either Or.
I don't have the luxury to not choose between the lesser of two.