Interminable

Let’s come to order
and decide not to decide.
Discussion and agenda give Dali’s clock face
even more reason to slump towards the floor, frozen
moving Process to a standstill
discussing what we can’t change,
and acting on what we decided months ago;
facilitator transforming into an
oxymoron
of efficiency,
and the paint on the windows looking out on freedom
never dries.
My soul ran away three items ago,
never looking back,
so much not a part of
The Group.
Jung’s collective unconscious fully cemented now in the collective swamp
of
meeting.