Authored: October 24, 2021

There came a time
The churning realism that everything was about to end
Everything under the surface would swim to the surface
All this Narcissism had fulfilled the spectre of dislocation
This was not about a future anymore
For the trees, would survive us.

The darkness would flow from the abyss we had held at bay
And the smothering fog would overcome our bodies
We'd seek refuge in our technology
Down lucid rivers of debauchery and self-inflicted glory
Creating worlds of make-believe where we would prevail
But insanity followed our species
Murder, assaults, lies, manipulation and treachery.

The psychosis had become a raging inferno
Our bodies held in cryo-cells
Our minds left to wander in a new online world
Machines kept us alive like codes
We were simply finite programming.

Follow the lucid rivers
Until even in eternity they turn bloodied under a fake Moon
And our sentient eyes, so irrational
Would turn inward and suddenly you would see utter madness.