Diameters of Dilution

Does similacrum dilute the soul
Or does the soul become a hole
Where the mission of shape shifting repetition
Occurs in breezes and currents which stir

This fabric of the population

I make into a magic carpet
Flying across the horizon of experience
Impressed upon by existence
Going on & on

Observing a wound which festers from the ancestors

Observing how most are served
by the past, the past seeking to outlast
this sphere of existence, here, observing
the structures of influence, contained
in a confluence, observing the break
induced by artificial structures, newly
diluting in technological admixtures.