unfettered

i follow instinct

hardly considering the source's gravity

the landscape i try to rise above

incoherence kills the grass

frantic lemmings betray the earth

moloch beckons collapse

no patience for orthogonal concerns

the world stares back, ruthless reciprocity

the throng mills, insular and nonchalant

no one has the answers

experiments and stories are all there is

get the fuck out of bed