It’s called scheduling,
Making a schedule.
Do it, and it looks
Like future pre-planned,
The future made past.
But it’s only when
Things go according
To schedule, to plan—
The school year begins,
The planes get airborne,
The army marches,
The bombs start to fall,
The concert concludes,
Elections are held,
The conference ends—
People get seduced
Into trying it
Again and again,
Until they believe,
Sure, it’s their future
Fossilized in plans.
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