We spent the evenings
sewing back wings to flies.

Jungles that came in cans
and other wonders of modernity.

Mechanical tongues,
unnatural lascivity.
Darkened analysis of world order.

Everyone of us fights
psychosomatic civil wars.
What do you care what the mold
of reality is?

Bestial utterance.
Animals incapable of full-sentence reasoning.
Astrology, not astronomy,
it's always better to outsource fate.

Never was madness more necessary.
Try to thread a needle in the midst
of a epileptic fit.
That would have millions of visits in youtube,
or maybe not.

We think we have a intimate knowledge
of the smallest seeds that make up things,
with our instruments made of rare earths.

Taking more that allowed.
Bigger portions.
We depend on our flawed thinking,
bald logics.
Empty oceans care not for coastlines
and neither do the vessels of our violence.