Human Bee
(Poetry) "Fear of extinction wills the human bee to put its soul into something lasting"
Freewrite 6.12.24
(Lightly edited)
soul stealer steel hinges shafts, nuts, and bolts breathes life into the standing generation somewhere fast accelerated universe cringe and laugh the dead end dead earth will make amends, atonement; live for the moment for the world's fire the seed of desire will only grow. Fast growth leads to early death in the plant world. Fear of extinction wills the human bee to put its soul into something lasting, a time capsule, a self-fulfilling prophecy. Afraid to disappear, life's eternal quest speeds up the dying, divided between what we are, and what we must become: numb and unfeeling machines.
