The wild conspires to drive you
The wild saw that you chose
To choose to procreate

The wild oscillates your willing *****
The wild saw you prideful
To choose to constipate

To choose to constipate your brain
Retire all synapses
To choose to favor fevered hate
Retire all empathy

How was it then that I was born with this cup
Spilling with love white knuckle locked in hand?
Why was it then that I tried hard to heal such
Ruptured sutures holding growing wounds?

That's what I do

If I hang
Hang around
Mirror mirror
May find me dead
May find me you
Staring out
Alive
If I hang
Hang around
Kafka knows
Mirror glass
May find me you

The wild conspires to drive you
Back to caves
Back to holes
Back to rocks
Back to hate

The wild conspires to drive me
Back to fear
Back to shouts
Back to darkness
Back to hate

But I'll escape

Mama,
May your heart
May the wounds
Mercy you

How does it feel?
To know that I
Theorized
I was my own
Person then
Became her thoughts
Until she took shape?

How does it feel?
To know the pain
Of the outcast
Without your
Blood bound herd
Without your
Vengeful words?

How.
How does it feel?
Nature's insurance
Her backup plan
For when she sees
Her beings fall from peaks
For when she notices
Human hubris growth
Goes uncontrolled

Nature she.
She will see.
She'll watch the heat
Consume the earth
Never lift a finger

For her fires
For gasoline
Will prosper
Will immolate
Nothing lost
Nothing gained

I will light
Lit by fire
For the kids
For the peers
I deny
Vehemence
For the ******* future

How. How does it feel?
To catch your anger poisoning
The well?