i dropped my melancholy in soil
i was just passing by
it seemed like the thing to do.
like blood and bones it fed an idea
something of sustenance
enough to feed the homeless
the lonely street walkers
too afraid to go home to the quagmire of domesticity.
we huddle together around a city campfire
praying the wolf in us hadn’t betrayed our lust
to head back to the wild
in search of our true home.
no one spoke.
we knew we were there
in silent celebration
of the limited flesh that withers
but incases nonetheless, the limitless self.
someone laughs, another howls
some of us maul each other
we know something
but we don’t know why, we just do.
corral us all you like
human livestock into a stable
subdue us between four walls
in a cell of monogamy
an efficient unit to build social stability
your science has never found the formula
to govern the infinite world inside a human
the innate godhood hidden in the broken.
our little rebellions will start small
and in time like a tsunami of life-force
will consume the metallic souls
in love with the blood stream
replaced by electricity.