over
A River of Fears,
and feeling gone
all wrong.
As optics and atmospherics
are just more channels
of super engineered
effect.
So everybody cries out
as nobody listens,
to desperate voices
from desperate choices
all drowning now
in live action
distraction.
Everything gaming
itself
against itself;
reciprocating an engine
that two strokes
the pokes of both
corruption and addiction.
The heat
getting better
as it burns
ever badder,
melting us down
to tribal barbarians
again, and attomized
beyond all redeeming
reunification.
The earth cries
out angry torrents now
as we fry out
in anguished ecstasy,
about too little too late,
and too much too soon,
because we don't understand
Dynamic Balance.
Because the real fake
is that we pretend
to be awake at all.
And that what we feel
is what "we"
had any choice
in choosing at all;
the turning away
turning too fast
to turn away from
any more.
Yes,
Cry me a river
about business as usual
because we all know
the reaming is in
the streaming now
and we won't be given a paddle
but a saddle will be grafted
on to wear as branding
until the chaos monetized
drowns out in its own
overflowing power.
Overloading
expansion and dominance
beyond any capacity
to carry on, unless
we can find a way,
to just let this no way
to stay, viable,
go.
Let it go and start over.
And rethink who
we really want to wake,
from these terribly
enticing fantasies,
to be.
Here's what a 'very likely' sequel to California's 1862 megastorm would look like
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