and augmenting everything to our prescription, triple mango vapes, pigs with no bristles, cows whose teats don’t get inflamed, chickens whose legs don’t grow. 
What lies are we purchasing and working for?
What lies are we distracting young people with? They point through the veil with plastic forks, try to recycle everything, or just let everything bury them in bed because there’s “no point to me”.
The return, the pathway to the forest, starts with a revolution, burning off the armoured self. Sit, let a wave of silence turn, it's peace be on the fluid shore of you. 
See everything laid before you, the cornucopia, the hell and how we each hold a balance.