The viral nature of our affair,the defeat of serendipity with rage; We've declined gold for fortune's ore, refined whim to arrogance and spent it on a cold and sensual beast.

Was it a broken sense of power and light; Base nature interpreting experience as it blindly cedes to desire? When was wisdom ever an artifact of wanting?

Shedding tears like a serpent sloughing skin, wriggling free from woe, we clothe instead with the glean and shine of apathy, Trade heart for appetite, for something more easily appeased, And providence moves through probability to latent entropic will.

Satiated, but unfulfilled Is something we can live with.