Sangsom Chimeras

Smoldering insurrection reduced to the scent of incense,

A mound of ash dedicated to the cult of things past—

Alters mocking fluidity in the nostalgic statuesque.

Spirit quelled clandestinely, like moonlight

Generated from yonder star

Deceives in propagating separations

Of life as distinct from death.

Mind this law of remembering foisted on our lot

Being petrified of nothingness makes of emptiness waste

Invert lotus blossoms a solid ghost

Rigorous controls inscribed around the base

Code older than viral, linguistic origins of collectivism,

No real testament to selflessness,

Rather the original division between us and them.

Deeper than surface requirements for getting along

Within social orders founded on a tyrant’s whim

Employing that old song to divide and conquer—

Are these not tremendous inconsistencies baked into the scam

Propagandistic bytes taken for the nourishment of journalism?

Those futures exist where televised reality goes ahead,

Squashing insurrections against the manufacturing of consent,

But I don’t say it’s nice to meet you there.

Choice divides the dark from egalitarianism;

Precious few cells coercing the foot to oppress it’s own head.