changes in the structure of the skull bone,
the singing voices and echoed orchestral cave-tones,
beamed from the genetic mystery past or
beamed from conglomerated tech,
the effect is the same – a liminal pathway,
indirect conduit to soulcore’d being-with-feeling.
i sit in wondrous disgrace, wanting to be more alien.
this creature would sweat out arrows to use in green-lit attack,
forming power shunts and building colossal social backgrounds;
poisoned rivers of plans and technical advisors.
this creature would stab water, watch the planet grow
and sink into the chaos of time-tested metals.
this creature would bend bodyforms
in a hyper cultural collage, erasing scents,
burning out trauma in echelon formation,
all weary and grandiose at the same time.