Searing light suffocates
Surrounding thoughts through motion
Locked in place without reminder
Relief yet to come
These are the images placed for you
Grateful are you to live
Lucky! they yell
a time where tools at the tips of your hands
Scream superiority over thought
Through time, tales told
Forged in fiery foundry placed in mind
Idea no longer human
We forfeit forgotten power
To what we create
Now fires rage!
Vision is addiction
Dependency declared by drought of idea
Mind over matter, except when it matters
The matted down hair of sloth
Slithering through spine
Straight to mind
You are what the snake feeds on
Fattened and plumped
Plucked from a vine and altered
Your feed? Your feed.
You will subject yourself to the scroll
Your will pulled from weak hands
Fight! The light will say
Fight to stay awake
You will cause the snake to feast
Illuminated by the light of your feed
You’ll drown in drought
Dragged through dirt
Just one more swipe to spite the seed
Just one more swipe, just wait and see.
