The composite digits of a 4k dawn revolving
Into every newness a rabid consumption.
Gossamer strychnine images behoove organ replacement
Open to a science god like patriarchy that injects Pepe memes into
Subconscious dreams.
The cornflour blue sky, criss crossed with a lattice work of air born trails
As they cut salt into the weather spider to catch rain
On a world peppered with the capitalist succubus that entertains a dog
Eat cat world.
Does the Feed wag the dog in virtual hallucinations big Mike
The rancid colloidal smoke and mirrors of nothing making nothing.
Is that this human
The human of deities
A meaning of flesh dolls dancing for their supper as the clock goes tick tock
In a Chinese Democratic system of cameras watching cameras
In a soddom and Gomorrah drone strike on pastures that
Reap not heads of wheat on the blood of the dead.
It is but a cycle we keep telling ourselves.
To look away at the scrying mirror of no consequences.
Not until the elephant resides in the back yard.
Wanting to sit on your couch and watch Netflix
Does any of the starvations of mind become apparent.
That which can not be done in a world of pixelated doings.
The gate keeper standing infant of a conversation because there is no
Way out of the impending news of doom and gloom.
Everything has a switch
Everything is a meme.
Nothing
It can be decades nay life times before one’s muse decides to bless us with her presence, in the aftermath of that moment everything changed, one is no longer striving or driven, it’s more akin to a possession, this feel like one of those rubicon moments