I once read that all beauty
begins and ends with terror.
This must be true,
for look at us, dully decorated shells,
our souls, our inner selves,
lost to science, programmed into being
no more than meat, mass, muscle.

How easily we give ourselves,
to these terrifying images,
pressed upon us
by all illuminating screen.
How we embrace these morbid angels,
their subtle horrors radiating outward!

Towards what?