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