Patterns
we violate
the stillness beneath seas
We do it again
and again
and again
We the uncomprehending tick
that swells
with the valueless seed
of another
We
the other
We devour
our
fat
feeble
forebears
We ignite our remains
We ignite our remains
We shed
sharp geometries
Weave them into our offspring
Strip and dissect
Brand and discipline
We watch ourselves pace
endless rows
of kennels
We incinerate our own
We incinerate our own
In front of screens
we degenerate
into a twitching
machines
Our electric atavism
burning senseless paths
through atrophied grey matter
We latch onto an orange anus
spewing hate
it feeds us
we feed it
We crowd around ourself
Leave ourself
dying on a cold pavement
We flare red for an instant
fade to colourless flaccidity
We exhaust our remains
Our patterns frantically shift
Unrecognisable
we lose our struggle
against the cold regularity
the oceans
of stillness
