We don’t conform.

We don’t obey.

We won’t fall into line.

You can’t predict

our next move

with your digital mind.

There are more of us,

waking and rising,

with each passing day.

We’re organic magic.

You can’t shake us.

We aren’t going away.

The human heart –

she is wild and fierce,

a storm to your flame.

The table has been flipped.

Your pawns are all shook.

We won’t play the game.

©️2025 Cristen Writes