All this murk we're drownin in
a hemorrhage from leeches rotting on the wounds of cankered institutions.
so futile a tourniquet.
Become decrepit, every sinew.
every cog is rusting.
seams are ripping.
artificial selection
natural retaliation
abandoning all stations
won't ever stop the bleed of these machines
acutely distort imminent disasters
to keep us calm before the storm.