Roman

Aggression’s Confession

I am afraid

Con caves steal 
heartificial minds
from souls left in
spirit gear
grinding sun
to make astro
nominal furthers

Big banter
head lantern
fishing for hook
scales that hold on
fail golden spawn
food for whoever
is small and hungry

Give bearth 
soily toil
a hair for a fly
a table 
guided by chair

Dichotomy dissolution
nature, nurture
human startifice
none gone
each above