The gaze is not about desire, its a threat
to statues of falsehood that stood forever
and we forget, every dream your scared to chase
swallowed in the rapid pace
of day to day
when the world has a virus
from the core to the sky
some try to salvage
some watch it die
I don't wan't to be a vacuole
an empty vessel, ignorant in comfort and consolation
in the darkest heart we have compassion if we choose
an alternate to self importance and filtered news
should be shaken off her back
banish the imposing pest
and how can I protest?
Salvation, heed the warning of the prophet
condemning the course of action
pinpoint the moment
when it all began to come down