An authentic freeze frame of now

the psyche of our souls

On the utter precipice of this dimension

ascension is the toll

Are we setting our earthly prism aflame to reach it?

Handing out holographic lifeboats to paddle away

from problematic constructs we created to suit our desire

to be a commodity

Have we grown weary of a tree

Or simply perplexed on how to be?

Wolves howl at the moon

But we’ve forgotten that tune