Obscured

Today I may die
And can't deny
The calling of Nil.
Of Nothing.
I am encountering a strange revival
Surrounding deep-skin abrasions
And a reality that can only be real for the real world.
We are nuking our food at the same time
That whales are being nuked.
A month is just a collection of days
Days, the gathering of hours
Hours, a collaboration of minutes
Minutes turn into seconds.
Time serves no function
Except to functionalize our minds
To design a concept that is neither rational
Or functional.
Like time, we serve no other purpose
Than our own existence...
An active inactivity.