a sense of
peripheral body pherimones
trillions of dead organisms
forces acting upon them
loss
untold loss
turned into blood clots in your brain
turned into swarm, into hate, chaos
the kings mutant son down the hypostyle halls
pressure and orientation
top and bottom
for blind ambition
for some way out of no way
outpaced always by the illusion
ultimately disapointed
but progressively interested
a dream more than the matrix
no willing architects
a view
what a view