The Warped

In the badlands of the minds of men, 
Saturn time-bombs devilishly oscillate. 
A subterfuge insurgency to commence: 
Clemency and castigation,
a delicate franchise poised precariously 
in the suicide of reason,
rock like barges in turbulent waters.

The severe, earthen tribulations between ears
suspended wisdom for nihilistic rapture.
Lonely helix RNA violently recoiled.
The molecules of thought disintegrated 
swallowed like crystalline tears.

Year after year, Master pondered.
The mainframe cannibalized
the lies: overlapping slippery lies
until histrionic eyes 
shed an empire of surprise
into the frozen precipice of the subconscious

Mutations of the neuron network
made the forlorn weep in incessant cascades.
As a dumb-founded species,
the cavernous metropolis of stagnation
could not contain the zero-faced machinations 
of a revolutionary form of idle recreation.
The superego devised the answer:
catapulting them headfirst into the killing horizon 
of another entity’s field of vision.

She was there.
She witnessed all. 
That warbling hell-bent witch-wrangler
One hideous inhalation sucked them back.

Spanning the minutes of despair like a bridge,
her eyebrows furrowed in contemplation.
Then, manifestation of a midnight epiphany
sublimated from her callous ideations:
She would store them in her rotting heart
until the defibrillator 
kept hidden in her underwear drawer
resumed her seldom-used conscience 
into rampant animation.

The simultaneous sudden collapse of galaxies
interconnected by the silken threads of her headgear
cleared a space for reflection.
The icy surface of her skull a convex portal
revealing man’s illusion as mirrors are always honest.

Humanity, baffled, confused, began its infinite journey 
down the lightning rivers of her veins.
Her Vegas nerve released the tension on her spine
as civilization flowed like slime into the darkness
of squandered inspiration and vacant time.