Solitary Confinement

Stalling,

Protracting

Procrastination

To its limits before

I put pen to the pages

Engage with the latest

Of sapien traits

To sate its Homo Deus

Ex Machina milieu

Of acculturated

Anti-natalist ends

Without means or wherewithal

The journey expends

A final destination

Where it can reside

Free of incarcerations

I've sealed it inside

Thinking mine

Is a mind

Of exceptional kind

And I must keep it safe

From the dumb, deaf and blind

But I see what they see

What they hear

What they feel

When I make these

Insanity

Fantasies

Real