we are the collective Here, raised with rancid the distaste of previous
generations, and embittered by the recount of imperfect life experiences
in mortal endeavor… a frustration of impediment suckling the courage
toward risk, the movement towards something better perhaps, and it is
this hanging noose that drags me along in distorted thinking with second
guesses flinging… a mimic, a makeshift of what a human is, but is it a
being that feels more or less than the animal?… a functional humanoid
exploited by a system in effect, the whispered of massive machine that
seems inevitably separated by time and space, but is as yet the fine
kinetic machinations inside of a bright cosmic structure of unknown
origin… in “control” of this bygone thoughtless thing that moves and
jerks along at a steady rhythm, but the dreaming mind snares the
distracted passive might have interest to spill, thoughts floating
caught on tangential motes in the air we breathe… the notes before the
seed, those eloquent ways of speaking falsely that only makes sense
after the fact of what you see, and the dust and decay gets swept up in
the bubble we say is “ours” spreading that conscious viral need… even as
that consciousness expands beyond all around us, the primal elements
seem to reach up through our bodies, and resembles the ancient
prototypical parts of random syzygy breaking down through the
‘as-many-organisms-at-one-time’ theory… linking back to those proposed
ancestor spirits even if we really only originate from one particular
quality of universal chain, the brutal step back on the tips of missiles
and bombs, and unrelenting in its fascist attempt at desolate versions
of the future… the retrolink jerking-off in the sinking grave god gave
him, at last trying to reveal a past some sense of the spectral anchor,
but fighting back the mortal yearn for connection seems antithetical to
the human condition… may the false fates first move out of the skeletal
antechamber that is my head, to grasp another possible belief in reality
fostered by the words and truths of other people in relatively similar
situations, but always under the generally upheld auspice of the human
being…
