Field Day
Individual experience, each a fusion reaction, humanity’s star
Compounded in a conscious mess, messiness devoured on awareness’ arrival
Violent crossover, the unconscious result
A sapien quagmire, ego cess pool, unthought known cannot be known to those plugged in
Cities flourish en masse, though upper stories are shuttered, closed to outside influence
Wake them! Shake them! Break them from their reverie!
Half staff flag speaks to paradigm’s end
Rich men, poor, wailing and gnashing their teeth. A hunger that shan’t be sated
By a world no longer complicit to the burgeoning suck, the place of a present stuck
Within itself, disconnected from source, a solitary hell. The joy of progress?!?
Regression leads progression when found walking a plank over genetically modified abyss
DNA swimming, dangerous affairs and unknown creations. Sideways effects affecting the entire race
Race to the bottom, race to the top…a racially conscious decision
Hitchhiker 