Listening to rain fall on concrete

We are oxidized self consciousness
Rust crystallizing in the minds of animals
Made self aware
But left delusional,
Unable to connect
To the primal reality
That we exist
Only when convenient
To ecology.

We created
Fake gods
And concrete jungles
Above asphalt tundras
For them to conquer
After convincing themselves
They no longer belonged
To the natural scheme of things.


Pulled apart between the needs
To exist in the moment
Or not at all.