Under the house
In the crawlspace
The moist Earth littered with the bones of small mammals,
And infested with a multitude of invertebrates,
I low crawled through soiled Earth to replace the water line as an unwillful apprentice under an impatient master.

A slow suicide called life and state sanctioned.
It is the condition of the carceral society.
Paranoia has become a proper state of mind.
And there's a despot around the corner.

Omnipresent surveillance.  Society of control.
The cattle are guided by passageways like electrons in a closed circuit to the killing floor.

Exchange market value of currency against convenience.
The stock that won't drop.
However, liberty and security are not interchangeable in a war machine that never stops.

******* air little piglet suckling sweet mother's milk in the full haze of infancy.
Broken (crushed) skull litanies of wailing prayer unto fickle gods.
Chase out the storm through the open door in preparation for winter....
In January there is no sky.  Only a blanket of purple, gray, and silver.

Unable to sustain the intensity of mind I once had
I've grown weary.
And so a plateau becomes a cliff
And through the spirit of gravity all things must fall
Down
   Down
     Down
to the rocks and crashing waves below.