Retuning the inner radar

To define the shape of misery

We ping and ponder

As if it was a virtual world

Like whales exploring ocean depths

Poseidon leviathan approaching

Snowflakes

Within light

Their merciless pupils

Anglers

Baited

What’s there to gain in being reborn

Amniotic fluid cocoons awareness

A soul now bound

A fresh batch of lies

Shapes correlate by not matching

The backend of greed and war

We wanted to ignore

Our duty now to shine

Outperform

And what if we pull away

Untrained to integration

Steps unmeasurable towards perdition

And my anger

Ouch my anger

While there is no way to look at it

It’s just ugly

Someone else’s cripple

Forgetting the strings attached

We, puppets with scissors

Are more likely to cut out kin open

Rather then ourselves loose.