Feb
4
you are seated in placid domains
where apertures twist and focus
images contorting, spatial awareness shot
show me where your shadows cast on the walls
show me the silhouettes of the soldiers
that tread a path in cracked jungles
landscapes of fear
where the plants grow regardless
of human life
where do we go from here?
when our bodies stop casting shadows
when our reflections don’t show up in the mirrors
when all our teas and coffees don’t mean shit
when, for all our fortunes, we are still just
animals eating animals
tearing flesh from limb
savagery is primordial
almost beautiful
