CALLED PROCESS

it is through this struggle
that these elegant young things, soft milky little things,
are defiled and made to
think core-less thoughts
of self
hollowed and reactive.

you sit, so still.
these big dreams tread on
tracked and charted, linear movement has
stripped those big dreams of all substance
little plumes of condensation-
absorbed back into the starless night
before they ever really leave
they are finished.