Your mother hears the bells from the town

Tranquil hearted and within the exoskeleton, she weeps

The exoskeleton breaths

Gives her TV and the metaphysics we will become

With your vessel in piles

And your brain in the bottle

You’ll nest within the power lines

Emancipated from the swallow

Of the body that materialized around you

With you being the tongue

You rattled and became dope sick

Somewhere beneath the sun

With the dramamine kicking in

You rode the assembly line to being eternal

No physical being to be held

Just a fever dream within the bottle

If only I could ride a beam of light to an earlier time:

Yes, I have the money to turn myself into molecular honey

Yes, I have the confidence that when I’m the sap of the trees

I’ll melt perfectly back into me

The clockwork nurture is messiah;

We strove to nurture like so

Until the snake of industry swallowed us whole

And when our carbon is disintegrated within the stomach

The same way our ancestors were buried beneath the willow

Our souls will be left to exist in the circuits of the machine

Vacant of Darwinism

We’ll end our climb and instead unify as a cloud

Hovering above the assembly line

Where the fawns will begin to pray to us