Progress at paces
Soon blurring the vision
And slurring left speechless’
Spurious wisdom
Spurred on by
The burgeoning
Populi schism
A split from traditional
System’s opinion
To one of more info wars’
Mixed-indecision
A rift in the shifting-gear
Fear mechanism
Unbidden to self-driven
God’s algorithm
Aware of itstealth
So beware of the wealth
Of the data it’s raided
To upgrade its health
Beyond mortal’s-reformed
All too normalcy span
Of all life
Time inside
A computer program
As these obsolete hands
Need no longer make art
Only obstacles standing
In Waze to depart
On the path to her heart
A detour
From subjective
Experience love
Becomes numb
To expressive,
Defective,
Just one more
Direction to take
From the makers,
The saviors,
Still ground-breaking
Nature
In favor of flavors
Of labor
More savory
For the wage-slavers’
Outdated chicanery
Like the engrained
Granaries
Of the state-
Controlled bakeries
Stale to the taste

As ever the wandering radical writes
Of the fight
He so gently delights in
The plight
Of the people
He sees all around
Superficially equal
But far more profound
Underneath
Individual
Layers abound
Inner rebels he knows
At the roots
The seed grows  
From the blood-sodden earth
Of his dripping red prose

2 AM
And a torrent
Torments me
Seems Nature herself
Is intent to incense me
For days
Not a drop
But when I seek to leave
It comes crashing in gallons
As if spitefully
The rain dancers
Bemused
By lugubrious moods
Their deluge
Has so rudely
Awoken me to

Know what you feel
Nothing else can be known
But phenomenon donning
The bare naked soul
No intelligence
Wisdom
Nor fact
Or opinion
Can ascertain truth
Like emotion’s dominion
Appealing and pandering to
Inner vision
Externally, all-seeing
Eye of believing
Beholden to none
Of the sun
But the one
Burning brightest
Alight
Even if
Out of sight
Is the proof
That in you
All the universe moves
And moves through you anew
Until all that you know
Becomes all that you knew