This Fois Gras that passes as over stimulation

in a world caught between addiction and boredom

is no stranger to me. The constant need to be seen as busy,

to be productive, to be industrious, to be

constantly consuming Time, to be seen, to be seen

and watched and asked why if you take

the moment in which the splendour of a flower at bloom

catches your eye, someone will tell you

with a sneer and a stifling look of contempt, all the usual

despairing buzz words they have learned from their