The Wormhole Consuming Our Brains
creating narrow passages for the many to follow.
As it slithers through each hallway,
it spews out gray compost for the people to thrive on.
Mindlessly, this creature repeats it's pattern;
each corridor, the same blend of dreadful and brain dead.
Beneath the muddled mix of moss green and shit-brown tiles,
symmetrical caverns line it's domain as feeding homes for the children.
The monstrosities recycle what they have eaten for the young.
What they seek is what they are losing the longer they feast.
Their lust for creativity and a sense of humanity fades with each bite;
minds that were ever able of change become part of the cycle.
Ripe with potential until swallowed by the worm,
losing their limbs: hands that could have sculpted new halls,
feet that could have spread the news "to escape while you can",
and their minds for the future can only relish in repetition .
They themselves become part of the system--
where rotten fruits of thought are absorbed and digested by all.
The struggle for survival of the fittest
becomes the fight to find your own knowledge.
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