Where Are We, in a Cube? - The Schoenberg Automaton

A shard of light, cuts in, rationalise the situation

Proximal locations, induce anxiety inside

Water wells in Schlemm’s canal, flooding the senses

Distort in saline silhouette, silken steel, confines, construct

Counterbalance to perspective

Mathematical mind melt, a prime configuration

Each equation plots our destination

Equal to the factor of human implementation

Cattle strapped to racks, drained of all they can extract

Process, process, corporate elation, process, process

Four walls and a room of hate, predatory senses take over, dictate

Ingest, ingest, your own degradation