I finished it, for now. Deserving of its own post:

Black equates to near flatness.
The truest blackness in urbanity
counts fewer stars at night,
replaced by the headlights of cars,
and the ambience of street lamps.

The truest blackness in urbanity counts
cracks swimming through asphalt
roads, on concrete sidewalks, up
brick building facades, inside rotten
burned out complexes devoid of life.

The organic has survived! An Evolution!
The cityscape of growth and decay both
glow with great spontaneity, indiscrete
autonomous destruction warranted by
gluttonous expansion dictating weary.

The search for intense stimulation,
an armature for simultaneous
anesthetization hellbent on a death
march to satisfy man's curiosity
equating to blackness and humanity...

Becomes the darkness.

21 soul

The sonorously iniquity of silence

Among anonymous minds; speckled

Fundamentalists darken through decay and

Hastened by the catatonia, reversing

The embarkment of progress, they are lured

By the grandeur of salvation, through

Righteous vengeances and embellished promise.



This is a condemnation of ways past, an anti-eulogy

For faces elapsed, destructive voids of a never

Ending cycle of violence and pain, anti-creation

For anti-planetary gain, though knowledge prevails

Through the proclamation and cry of original transgression

A reckoning of truth begotten in solstice sails

And stars’ gone supernovae, showered by the collisions of energy flares.



And through this seizure of vivacity, a black hole

In humanity, it radiates hate and erupts ever so silently

But the non-tolerance befits uncertainty, and its loyalty scathes

The conscious of so many who believe the nightmare and vision

Of millions who would conceive such a travesty in the name of man

The imagination of the unimaginable figure, an advancement posturing

His given name, like fools to the meat grinder, it is all the same.