The sun sends its scorch. Burning rocks come tumbling, singeing our last layers. Plates shift with haste, testing water's knack for sweeping us away. A funneling cloud will keep us underground. Ice melting so thin we're liable to drown. All signs show it is us to blame, we're masticating the health of our host from the inside out. Something's wrong. We’re wondering: if all was gone, what could we attest it to? Oblivion caped & crippled the earth. Parasites become of the appetites too desperate for fulfillment. Lost is the power to harvest our worth. This is not hands from above intent on punishing their young. This is not where we belong if this body is never enough. This is not reversible. We took too much when we dug this hole. This is not where we belong if this body was never enough. Feeding tortured mess by design. Hunger took the backseat to our past times. Superior souls are stripped of empathy despite their quintessence. Sentient souls hang like trophies despite their quintessence. I’ve been wondering how we got so alone. If hate spread like wildfire, the earth would be covered in flames. Symbiosis was brave but never made a bout, a contest against all that breathes until light burns out.