Synthetic Fabricated Calculated

Somehow still here

Under the surface

Beyond the invoices and D. Inc.

Outside the system

I have never seen past the paper fortifications

So I have my doubts

But still, that nagging prospect

Of all this being fabricated

False

Calculated

Consumes me in all its green splendour

But it doesn't touch

Alluring and tempting, the shine and the flow

Runs straight through me

Now not even sensing my presence

But I can see it, I can see it if I close my eyes

I can break through the paper shine

And reach the core, the true core

Jade, Emerald

Never defeated and never will be

But exposed for everyone to see

How can it still accelerate?

When the fuel is gone?