There Were Wires Instinctually Dumb
So bloodless is this possibility that spines crack when
whispered, our best intentions skip a beat. Our instincts
speak for us. This process secludes us. We arrive in
droves. Whose to implement this forgotten device? A
harness for the oblivious. No filter from brain to mouth,
they've relied on instinct from day one. No destination,
an empty proclamation, it's time to cauterize the
conscience. Instinct will provide.
