Plunge into the motion without cease,
To marvel at each quivering release.
Renounce the cunning, artificial light,
Ruin's attraction in its endless flight.
In barren valleys of the plague's domain,
I nail ironic crosses, full of scorn.
Human genes are gullies, deep with pain,
Employees serving ministers forlorn.
My sorrows smell of lightning's sudden blaze,
My anxieties are fiery daughters born,
A bitter, sensed life in a hopeless maze,
I quenched my thirst in sleep's companions worn.
Plant alone the triple-winged birds,
On the calm peak of your heart's own core.
Herds with cheap emotions, empty friends,
Bury the sun in health they ignore.
We tremble in ten dimensions' sway,
And seek a fleeting pleasure, brief and fond,
Unmoved in the cosmos, clenched in play,
An unbearable, fleshly threat beyond.
Efforts and myths of kindred breed,
Push for common careers, a mundane race.
Sit quietly, hear the parents plead,
Within the system, maids of obedience embrace.
Do not engage in human games,
Like money, culture's fleeting aims.
Hear the waves, watch some silver screens,
Before global autism touches and claims.
A thousand times crippled, blind, and lost,
Not an employee in some company's hand,
Not an anxious parent, fear-embossed,
Become a fugitive, flee this land.
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