The Main Streams

mine enemy thine
this metaphor of flow
it's everywhere, fine
like water it goes

but are you quite sure
that the main is a street
street lights can't cure
the cave's darkest beat

the light becomes sound
transfixed by the motions
a feeling of down
the scent of the oceans

whirring by fans
driving too fast
contradiction vans
kidnapping vast

what you feel is just
the rejection of far
perhaps you could trust
this nature, it's ours