I destroy as I write
painted movements upon the disease of blankness

fulfilling the open potential
shining through a darkened tunnel
fraught with the weight of culture's phantasm.

A projected collective
imbuing meaning and density leaving the propensity
to do more in the hands of the unconscious.

A generation  of dreamers caught  in a co-created nightmare

It takes a forceful shaking to wake them into waking, a kind of tremor like the earth is quaking

but stillness
still grips

those who would otherwise toss and turn

You've had your time, now its our turn

Interdimensional investigative procedure
Prepare your resume, for today you will be hired or fired

Welcome to the game.