Sleeper Cells.

Nature is a Sleeper Cell.

Words have made a mess of themselves,

Strewn across these lily-pad-screens,

Allotting aggravation and stimulation,

As each minder’s verse twists info into uns-and-knowns...

Hopping and popping and hoping and Pope’ing… unfocused,

We’re scattershot like cluster bombs for bluster thoughts.

It’s as if this world is being synthesized insincerely serene,

When the mustered clots are distraught serration tones.

If you’re woke and awaken then what are we sleeping on?

I guess our Nature is a Sleeper Cell.