Of Concrete And Glass

Found the core to stop the flow
 No obstruction, green pierces everything
 I have been washed
 Now the errors and faults are a blur
 See the glass under my feet and the reflection above
 It has all come to this:
 My view to the left and to the right has been lost
 Something is blocking it
 To help me focus on what is important
 For it and for them
 I have been eaten by dirty blocks of concrete
 And concept-paper
 But in the end, as I was sliding brutally through the system, the whole feeling of being digested turned out to be nothing more that the feather-soft caresses of a juggernaut world
 "P&S to be returned to _"
 I guess it's all set
 So it has come to this
 Measuring the distance
 Between this world and mine