Living in Distrust

You suspect that you live,
it is living nay existing
in straight patterns
without a soul,
waiting for an epistasis.

You realize a crude method
without thought,
a baseless prurience
without an object,
a protracted screaming
without a voice,
living continues to grunt
as an individual is crushed
for social security
and a soul is stifled.

Here you know
a man’s innocence is scarified
for chemical convenience,
and you enjoy
without a smile.

Physiology is darkly trained
to suit lusty advances,
to lavish scenes with incidents,
and lengthened out reasons
for truths desanctified
without an escape.