While yearning souls float toward burning man
every year, pale parodies of vultures consuming cultures
along the way (as only a disembodied people can):
I sink my feet further into the sand
grow some roots and feel increasingly fulfilled
with my deepening connection to the land.
I seek no solidarity with such sociopathy.
I acknowledge no apology from the same.
I live to overcome the alienation of the colony calling me
(else it will follow me when I try to escape, enabling):
The same old shit, different day, familiar behaviors
rebranded, repackaged, restocked to feed
the infectious franchise, metasticize
new, only in name.