In the shade of
Capitalist reality
We are shackled in
Societal tendencies.

Seen as a whole
Individuality is drowned in auditory
Hallucinations
Procreating sensation
In riddle.

Whatever happens on Earth
                                                  Stays on Earth
Past living tracks
                                With ideas
                                                   Indefinitely
                                Dispersed
Past evolution of
RNA transcribed to
DNA double entendre,

We maintain
A recreational frame             that of
The beautifully rough,
Raucous-sharpening strokes,
Of Mr. Max Beckmann.