Primitive creatures.
Crashed into an era of defiant evolution.
Hysterical erasure.
Technological onslaught.
Adaptation surrenders.
A devastating accumulation of existence takes charge.
All senses
and sense of self
blurred by sheer speed.
Buried deep, dizzy into the subconscious.
Our predestined end edging closer.
Our fragility unhooked.
Fragmented.
Lingering.
No longer animal.
A FAILED MACHINE.
HERE, I SING.
