Posthuman

the hive is stirring
drones ascending
limbs and bodies
reaching for the stars

post-creation

flesh the vessel
rippling skin
stretched grotesque
across a cold dead frame

post-flesh

illuminated gaze
seeing with a million eyes
the struggle
to retain the self

post-soul

senses dreaming
lucidly processed
filtered and force-fed
to be cast in noisy haze

post-truth

locked in
escaping digital darkness
from the bright neon prison
flickering inside

post-freedom

soylent subsistence
farming dead and fallow
carbon calamity
breathing death and water

post-human