We, the alive dream state. Acting out already existent consciousnesses. Drones in step, matching whims to the populous… Antennas, for eyes, we’re ants…we’re safe.
We know the steps, and so we step them. Easy trails; your knees won’t cramp when you use them for your means. Someone has already plowed for you, so go ahead and eat at yourself. All energy you will use now lies in your ability to memorize key phrases and numbers. All energy you will savor and keep will be kept within the feathers in your sheets. Your comfort is in angles. Your head in Nostalgia, when you build wombs around yourself.
But -– If disruption occur, then we’re growing! Bat off the flame we’re growing! Everyone knows that the growth in our selves, equals change. And change is the inconsistent blood thunder – it is the organic reap.
And in this change we’re confused. …
– So what now, we ask. What now with these feathers, whom do not protect from rain? What now of these numbers, who’ve drove us now insane? What now of our travels, when the paths are now dug in? …. I guess we’ll have to wake up, instead of simply dreaming in.
