betelgeuse the destroyer, maker of makers, we've got our eye on thee

at the shoulder of orion

a semiregular supergiant supernova

pointing its rotational axis, destined to irradiate its neighbors

the fish rots at the head

elect the unelectable

before the devil knows you're dead.

eddie from vargas toils the bell well

the multitudes too many

to tell hell from hell

the visceral dreamscape bespeckled by allegory

the ramrod mechanism of bureaucratic automatic

the silent heatwave of a forgotten story

post mannequin byproduct technology

there are too many captains on board this ship...

one or more will need to be thrown over the side.

preserve the herd

kill the metaphysical tiger

in absentia

reborn back to the past

can you imitate the brilliance and magic

decry what is obtained

mourn what is lost

steeling thyself for the remainder of bitter technology

there were no futures in our collective neon nightmares

only the cold embrace of leftover astronauts left to brittle native yesteryears

even the remnants of infinite progress crept to inevitable demise

in monotone numerology.

and so the fallopian harvest would forever not unwind

and we calculate technoserendipity

one more time