Collapse of Technological Civilization

Stumble forth earthbound or starwise
wipe the trees out of your face
the cloudmist from your eyes
the veil is just a pressure
you have only to resist

Let go of your movement
set fire to your homes
sit down in the black & yellow
thou we may be on the field
the game may never begin

stumble forth degenerate or hungry
give up your refrigerated nightmare
preserved slow till the last middle age
feel grass between your toes
stop the chewing from inside

let go of plans
momentary worry
burn recorded history
Let go of your name
become like the dust