Wednesday 19 October 2016

That which cannot be measured


That which cannot be measured does not exist:
your staring out of the window, your daydreaming
your jack in the box ‘imagination’ –  a will o' the 
wisp.
All are unproductive. Ergo, you have failed the test

There are no metaphors on a balance sheet.
Your ‘creativity’ is as elusive as the Eucharist.
It is, as best, a faded scroll, a mere palimpsest.
That which cannot be measured does not exist.

Unwind your spring, do not construct analogies
or let your restless mind concatenate.
Let this Excel spreadsheet record you
noting, merely, your presence, your absences.

All of that time, you could have been elsewhere
writing your poetry and your symphonies.
To the ghost in the machine, I am the exorcist.
That which cannot be measured does not exist.

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