Ice Dagger of Reason

It is possible to be so stuck up in our heads or with our heads so far up our own arses that we forget. We can be so fixated on being “right” that we become artic frozen beings, fragile and hostile.

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This cold artic world

Now murdered

Run through

With ice daggers

 

The stakes of justification

Banish the hope

Of resurrection

Hearts, pierced silent

 

Bang on urgent target

Devoid of love

Brutal and

Pregnant with blame

 

Each frozen scalpel finger

Excises precise

Any quivering warmth

To extinguish

 

Artificial intelligence

Full of artifice

Is already here

With a deafening profit

 

Power, money

Death, destruction

The human iceberg

Now inured

 

On the blade

Is writ

Me and mine

So fuck you

 

Each stabbing reason

The serial killer

Again and again

And again

 

No need for love

Nor caring

Bullseye blind

Stiletto sure

 

Tell me precisely

What exactly

do you mean

by feeling?