#Soso <== siː. ɑr. hwaɪ. <== Colony Collapse?

/It's true/
One's having nightmares of ones having dreams
What a special place this is, it seems
That one would worry as ambitions burst at their seams
Projecting a so-so love upon all who engage
As bright as the high beams reciprocal to every stage

/...slow down.../

Our fate's entwined, that's no lie to one's mind
Even in predation's indifference, a kind-of kindness in-and-of itself
Don't forget where one is going when driven to thrive
One's fleshy leash of a vehicle included, all mediums are alive
With stories of place in relation to how
The Artist/Creator holds forth in the experimental now
Communion is obviously the desired fruit here
So praise be to all She offers for sustenance
Life support's within even the bitterest roots and shoots
So I ask, who will be the one to scold Her
For what we know She must do?

“Not I, no not I,” sings the passive fool
“After all, I've treated her badly, though, not as badly as you, haha
Me? I dream of overgrown fields and evergreens ever green
Of seeing her forests for all of her trees
(Running past each, I ignore wounded knee)
Cutting my face on briars at times in dense patch of bush
Eventually scarring all over this way
But it just doesn't seems matter that much
My privileged OS helps keep me at flush!...”

So, one's having nightmares of ones having these dreams
Where ascendance requires the acquisition of more things
Where touchscreen time-warp GUI this
Leads to vacashaking overgrown children on induljunkets that
Is all time and resource squandered
So ones can block popups of the consequences of digitized cats?
Plastics, arrogant non-compostability
Unemptied post-genocidal trash cans
To anaerobically rot to a new kind of pristine?
Toxically indiscriminate, wastefully obscene!

This selfie's no exception, no extraordinary love
A gentle trickster's path to self deception and rut
Energized by presence on shared precipice so near
Sixth great extinction, geological angst, my dear
Permission to enjoy the gitfiddle of Nero delighting here, no doubt
And enjoin the quest for within you... “go without”
Even as so many Mary are /quite/ to the contrary
Ones can honor the slaughter by seriously defending each other
No need to pander to markets of dino dynasties dying
At stake, just a few billion ordinary lives
How could we not cry?
Make space for more meanings in our mush pots and then retry?
But if one's having nightmares of one's having of dreams
Question the worth of such visions by their means
Every hair is on end, cause if fairness was friend
Her scales wouldn't portend the love of all lives being left to bleed out!
Simultaneously!
The needfulness of every digital screen!

What a special place this is, it seems
Where lobotomies assert their power to heal
And selfies with filters for bloody fingers get by by not being real
Bye, bye not being real