Simple.
Complex systems can arise from simple rules.
It's not that we want to survive,
it's that we've been drugged and made to act as if we do.
While all the while, the sea breaks and rolls painlessly
under.
If we're not copying it, we're lonely.
Is this the knowledge that demands to be passed down?
Time is made from swatches of heaven and hell.
If we're not killing it, we're hungry.
In place.
We've been seated in the afterlife.
Here, it's a good night when the impala sprints off.
A good night when the pride rips at the carcass.
Be the one.
Be the one pulses from the four corners of Starbucks.
At bottom, where position joins conjecture, we posit.
We stand on one foot, swaying in fresh fog.