the furture is here

in another reality
the choking reality
the begging reality
the soft porn deformed
creating sounds of dying stones
bushed aside
in chaos hacking lungs
filling the cracks with a human ocean
consumed in a single serving
etcetra and bleeding
cockroach centurians
breathless again
and the future is here
and again and again
the picture is mad
the word bondage
seedless midnight overlooks bits
that gnaw at the self
behind a wall of flesh
horns of oncoming traffic
with an habitual disregard
for things and bodies
a sensation rekindled in the dirt
animal and human filth
line the causeways
of the dead
choking in points never heard

iron bars
a minute ago
a breath
the last breath
a way to live and serve
swallowed by
slow inward mute
a demonic world minted coin
countless crawling faces unable to speak
sheared off lips
a deflected possible
a mathmatical probable
a bride to a new moral code
in the other reality
already here