Pando

Awake for long hours, a humming persists

Cauterizing feelings, digging with both wrists

I'm gonna break a sweat and throw a fit tonight.

Put on another show of vulnerability,

I know you're gutted where the meat should be.

Co-opt my existence, call it empathy.

I've gotta stop talking to brick walls like they'll give back.

In heaven is everyone honest?

Dead-eyed and looming,

Through misanthropic fits

Lurid, rife with entrails

A daytime-T.V. fix

Biting, like your tone

until my nails are short

as my temper

This rage the world has gradually instilled in me

40,000 stray trees cry out,

Clones in code and mantra

The anti-tantric affect arbor

Taking root in the patriot's prayer:

The good lord returned to the world

On the right might of machines

A dull hum pouring over everything.

The cannibals are clergy

In a cybernetic rite of spring.

Nothing lost, nothing gained,

No blaspheme on the chance of rain,

No Dionysian hues,

No panic buying I'm grey too.

No bleeding hearts or welfare brats,

A turing-tested world of tact.

A holy fungus ever-spreads,

Two become one, end over end.

Pando, I Spread