Mind Nomad Writing

(translated from original barbaric languages and made fit for human consumption. contributors included birds of the sky, fish of the sea, beasts of the field, the ocean deep, and dark forests)

Oh, great, Anthropochine, innumerable are your victories – tremendous your feats – titanic your accomplishments.

You willed yourself from the waters onto bent limbs, stood upright, took your place on your throne, and now send the tamed machinery out to do your bidding.

The earth itself bows before your existence, cracking in half and celebrating your dominion with the flashing sky and swirling sea. The increasing levels of heat you feel are just a humble offering to express adoration.

Your fellow planetary passengers look with astonishment on the productions of your hands. With your initiatives and conquests you’ve fashioned entirely new environments. Dark, hard, and cold the spires of your expansion pierce the once-impenetrable expanse above.

The clever construction of your intersecting pipelines is worthy of unrelenting exaltation. One leads in, the other leads out. One runs over, the other runs under. One feeds. One expels. A highly complex organism indeed.

With the fabricated pipeline you draw life into your veins, extracting from lands far and wide, funneling vitality to the beating heart. With the organic pipeline you expel and discard, distributing your excrement away from feeding mouths. 

In your infinite wisdom you ground protective compounds in your pestle and mortar. You concocted a thick and binding paste made of preservatives, supplements, and psychotropics to coat the inside of your organic pipeline, to ensure none of the toxins could leak out. Who but you, oh Anthropochine, could devise such an enlightened insolation.

It is not the moon we seek to honor with our howling. It is not the sun we greet with our chirping. It is not the sky we aim to extol with our leaves and budding flowers. It is you, oh great Anthropochine. that we endeavor to please. Endlessly, sleeplessly, sacrificially, hopelessly. We seek your adoration. 

Anticipating our collective acknowledgement we wait, we watch, we choke, we burn.

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