Harnesses

This paleontological period,
maintains the desire to be represented.
As a result,
there is no true person in plain sight.
Instead, compounded creations,
left and right,
wider spread across the eager globe.
Our animal instincts for some pseudo-civilization;
over-endowed with malware of mind.
There is an essence of living
with such different criteria
than presented at the origin.
A puzzle of characteristics replaces the development of pure soulful humanness.
Distracted xenotypes flourishing like a disease incognito.
Our complex facade becomes so much more, as we’re buried in a box.
Far underneath our heap of vines,
Weighted down by the heaviness of quantity.
No more in tune with bodies than what machines can speak of them.
less nature than culture…

Is it all for the losing:
reigns by whom will be relinquished?

the abandon of our gilded birthright
moves “forward” in chariot format.

dead height of that which scrapes the skies-
refracting away the mightiest of guiding celebrities.

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errorattic

Writer, aspiring farmer and homesteader in North Georgia, making ends meet and trying to become more enlightened.

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