Choosing Sacrifice

Sweet teardrop rainbow.
Celestial, replete.
Bright lines of light shine
clear vision
beyond clouds.
Clean sparkling flowers,
children of grace
embrace integral electricity,
savor flow of blood bathing brain,
smell dynamic air of change.
So easy.
Like unreeling off a cliff.
Anyone can.   Or not.
In their Future
houses will be wired
to spy:
“No thought crimes allowed, sir.
You’ll be coming with us
for regrooving.”
Cats and mice shall play nicely,
or feel the juice
from which none come back
the same.
This is the way the world turns
away from sanity or compassion
as we adapt to be cheaper than robots.

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