A star that died.
Maybe I'm a misfired bullet
In an astronomical war.
Perhaps everyone here
Is cosmic-apocalyptic-dust
Forced with life.
Trees culture us to feed
Themselves carbon dioxide.
They're CCTVs deployed to
Monitor us. Mitochondria-
Connected to a giant dictator's
Mind. Earth sure is a lab.
You and me are
Test subjects, for an evaluation
Of side effects of love
That's wild.
Come on love..
It's participation time.