Swiftly, silently, the merger rises. 
Instinct snaps its jaws shut and there is no escape. 

Man saunters within its corridors 
Stretching… 

A yearning for something, 
So obtuse and desired, 
That one can only lean in, 
Reach out in the hope 
Of grasping a tiny sliver, 
A single slice of that perfectly governed life. 

We have wavered from the path we travel, 
Led by animal ideal… 

Reason and intellect fall, 
An undeniable fundamental surging begins. 

It flows into and encompasses all that surrounds us. 

Eating, gorging, and niggling at what we know is true 
…animal… lustful… instinct!