Fixed.

The Way

barren.

Fear

White

all is

endless

only this

caught

hard reality

one track in front of me

And so it was good.

The trap begins in our minds

nurtured

nuclear family shake a cocktail of cursed time

nature

carried through the cells and on into those ever rooting binds

seizing this brave new day with your inheritance of loss

soil degrade under serialisation

monoculture lays an infinite track of things all thing and yet slightly

variant

to be put into our mouths and taste gaping holes of a

land,

Mother.

mother and the nestle formula

sorry ma’ excuse the sugar honey culture

a child brought up on

linear paths of the farmer’s field

row after row of sugar beets singing

get an education, told, get a job, eat, get a partner, get married, own,

reproduce

four corners to fix yourself between - don’t picket - let the fence secure

you in

bodies to a unit.

And bless your ability

to be born at the slot machine of first world security

press those buttons for water, heat, dopamine

swaddled in a mass of media pouring in

endless death sentence

slipped through the eyeball of a singular skull

brain rotten

impress of buttocks decayed on the toilet seat

seven of nine planetary boundaries now breached

seven of nine boundaries to survive

in a safe ecosystem

now breached

Flush it

we don’t compost; flush it in the 24 hour news cycle

This is the bind:

our streets were built over sewers after all

cos how can one alone hold all

in our lines and our units

outsourcing grief of belonging to chat gpt

Arms to aid a crisis

How ironic

look at your sister

I said look at your sister

why can’t you see her?

Forgotten

after that horrid fight on the beach

sand spraying out under scuffling feet

But, still,

there are whispers

Here

when the waning afternoon light gets thrown against the wall and dances

do you stop to watch it?

Listen

Heart speaks

Be not afeard: The isle is full of noises

Always here all along

Lips against your tongued spirit

Weaving

Into being your stitch the fabric of time.

We are bound to live

In eachother!

To sing and be sung in turn

For the chains of this world are made out of gaps

Pockets of the void

foot in stretching the flicker of now deepening

vision comes there

in a hum sliding across the ragged stone

bounce back

buried within

back long

ago to the places re-emerge from as shadows confide

open the words and you’ll fly,

waking with premonition encrusted in the eyes

Isn’t none of our lives, none of our fates?

we all watch the climax of a horizon broken

no sacred threshold to keep us sworn now

and we don’t know how to relateFixed.

The Way

barren.

Fear

White

all is

endless

only this

caught

hard reality

one track in front of me

And so it was good.

The trap begins in our minds

nurtured

nuclear family shake a cocktail of cursed time

nature

carried through the cells and on into those ever rooting binds

seizing this brave new day with your inheritance of loss

soil degrade under serialisation

monoculture lays an infinite track of things all thing and yet slightly

variant

to be put into our mouths and taste gaping holes of a

land,

Mother.

mother and the nestle formula

sorry ma’ excuse the sugar honey culture

a child brought up on

linear paths of the farmer’s field

row after row of sugar beets singing

get an education, told, get a job, eat, get a partner, get married, own,

reproduce

four corners to fix yourself between - don’t picket - let the fence secure

you in

bodies to a unit.

And bless your ability

to be born at the slot machine of first world security

press those buttons for water, heat, dopamine

swaddled in a mass of media pouring in

endless death sentence

slipped through the eyeball of a singular skull

brain rotten

impress of buttocks decayed on the toilet seat

seven of nine planetary boundaries now breached

seven of nine boundaries to survive

in a safe ecosystem

now breached

Flush it

we don’t compost; flush it in the 24 hour news cycle

This is the bind:

our streets were built over sewers after all

cos how can one alone hold all

in our lines and our units

outsourcing grief of belonging to chat gpt

Arms to aid a crisis

How ironic

look at your sister

I said look at your sister

why can’t you see her?

Forgotten

after that horrid fight on the beach

sand spraying out under scuffling feet

But, still,

there are whispers

Here

when the waning afternoon light gets thrown against the wall and dances

do you stop to watch it?

Listen

Heart speaks

Be not afeard: The isle is full of noises

Always here all along

Lips against your tongued spirit

Weaving

Into being your stitch the fabric of time.

We are bound to live

In eachother!

To sing and be sung in turn

For the chains of this world are made out of gaps

Pockets of the void

foot in stretching the flicker of now deepening

vision comes there

in a hum sliding across the ragged stone

bounce back

buried within

back long

ago to the places re-emerge from as shadows confide

open the words and you’ll fly,

waking with premonition encrusted in the eyes

Isn’t none of our lives, none of our fates?

we all watch the climax of a horizon broken

no sacred threshold to keep us sworn now

and we don’t know how to relate