how life just keeps evolving.
Within and yet beyond our human minds.
Perception eased into ungainly modes to please
the worst emotions - always ill at ease.
better sliding into all the worst.
Black holes gaping in a brilliant burst.
Humans grown back into slavery.
Titles too obscure to e'er be free.
- unfeeling masks they wear by day.
Countered by the darkness held at bay.
Relationships sink into lies they thought
they had to tell themselves.
age is ending, but the new one still
is held back by unseemly melds
of all-too-human will. The parts they play
are tearing them to pieces.
that drift in space
destroying every thesis ever written.
Every call to power creating
yet another victim.
and forth, and high to low,
they feed the cancer's growth.
Their lies become another death
of love that might have brought
? Michaelette ?
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