This poem came about as a series of contrasts.  It was written in a period of time where my routine was all out of whack, yet the drudgery of everyday life was still in place.  I felt detached from the world, but at the same time, my surroundings were in control.

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During the drive to work one morning, everything around me felt like it was moving slower than normal.  The cars merging into traffic seemed to be moving in an odd fluid-like manner – a bizarre viscous flow.  I was moving at normal speed, but everything around me was not.  A thought went through my head that I was driving in a zombie universe.  That idea remained for a couple of days, becoming a driving force of this poem, as the contrasts continued.

I was writing a great deal at the time while also struggling to decide what to do with all the output.  So many ideas were coming that at some points I had four or five poems being composed at once.  Combining with the increase in output was a recurring thought that all of the writing needed to be destroyed.

Soon after writing this, the normal routine of my life returned and the chaos in my head began to calm.  Obviously, I chose not to destroy all of my writing since you are reading this.  My editor thinks this poem is rather weird, but I hope it stimulates your brain rather than making you want to eat some.