Human Remains - High-Functioning Flesh

The crude pathology of convention

A set array on the grid of coercion

WE kneel before the gates

We kneel upon the veneer of taste

In a hallway, In a wastelot, in the street

Sitting safely under reinforced concrete

Cover story as identity

Unconscious reflex to autonomy

Manifesting our own sense of scarcity

That long due future built on mediocrity

Clutching relics to our chest

Eyes wide open to our own interests

Looking sideways, looking over, gaining trust

Liberation as a meansof closing shut

Agency to only isolate

Transparency on a doctored stage

Treasured and anguished pleasures of living

Disease of psyche culminating

We calculate our own deaths

Elegant parameters of our terminal breaths

Uneasy fantasies of flesh and shame

Castrated longing for the spinning frame

Stagnate blood pools at our feet

We stare fixed upon the bloodied sheets

Image Restraints

Control Process Gains