Through the barbarism of humanity Which marches through tongues, glances, Where all becomes media reduced Into the cliche of life, vacuum fed, Thought neutered, expression castrated, In every: “Let’s have a conversation”, Reduced to the absence of listening, Views parroted even by the best, Blood poured into the concrete, Learned by rote to form identity, Thought caught in the spin Until the whole world is … Continue reading Fuck Zen by Jonathan Dowdle