Every moment of the day

there is nowhere to run anymore, no place to hide.
every move you make reveals you to to world, the mechanism of a machine that is crumbling to dust. There is a beauty in this, or at least I tell myself there needs to be. With each moment of the day my mind wanders is search of something formless and yet more concrete then form allows. Today is a day like any other. I woke up a vessel of unspeakable abstraction, also helplessly pathetic in a way that is thouroughly human. And as I step into the dress of conciousness I same question haunts me, what if this is real, perhaps I am ego tripping at the gates of hell, awaiting an invitation....gravity is a relatively weak force....remembering the current...stay the current...