Berating me I clearly see
the point you are striving for
at what point did our restless bid
for gain secede our common sense

one hand raised to shake in kind
the other poised to beat us blind
arrested clot, emphatic brains
machines lack our narrow minds

Coax the remnant memories
inflict each synaptic corridor
I do not wish to see!
forests lush expanse!

Some memories are best left dead
Glorious death they sicken me
we measured it as bounty
baskets full of our indulgences

I see the eyes with brilliance
the flick of ear, whiskers graze
they spoke without a single word
we dared not listen

I make note of every cell
every imprint, every mark
I am pupa! I am larvae!

I am the wasp
that burrows in!
I am the shriek
of twilight din!

Inhabit
minutiae
the lives we never
thought to know

eureka
neuronic wins
the maze expands
with accomplishment

no one will
recognise
with no scruples
we stemmed all chance

Is this all I’ve become
recollector of stolen lives
an almanac of tributaries
of effigies cut and cauterised

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