Modern conscience

Strange dots distant on a horizon line 
Encircling approach without cause 
            Without pause 

Sewn and/or rooted into a frame of modern conscience 
In fellowship degrade, it’s shifting 
             It’s drifting 

Strange recirculation within tidal pools 
Entropic forces alive 
            Will metastasize 

The dirge of symbiosis grounds into a pattern 
Treachery of its passage, into scourge 
            Into birth

MM 7/16