imagine everything in terms of caves
our tribal brains exact the map in real time                                                life-like, you can barely see the wires
but eyes
shifting from vacant to
demonic and the caves electric
as rivers return to the wild
fires and all

         Love is now 
but for another time, a darkness blooms
our future, you can see it bleed
a once lush horizon with many thorns
                           some you’ve known since childhood
trusted as a judge, 
A priest, a pawn, a lover
now just brains infected 
by the ghosts
of another’s lost dreams
and if we choose to Love without discernment it could be 
the end of us as they are 

                     sour, so sure in their
Saturnian caps a colossal hijacking
of empathy, the kindest hearts
 inverted, six becomes nine, ALL
is mind becomes ME v you
and we slowly exit worlds of bliss
through a process of whatever
is the opposite of mitosis