consumption of production

All my days, endless consumption

Barely aware of

This thing, it took years to produce

A slice of time, it is gone and unaccounted for

Perhaps it exists in remembrance, creative record

Perhaps it lives on in some form, theoretically accessible

In my thoughtless experience, it endures long enough to be consumed

Then I move on

Production itself is a kind consumption

Organizing materials to change its form

Somehow I need to find a secret

Produce more than consume