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.