one reality behind

there are phantoms to my darkness
and familiar objects I bring to measure forms
all those representations taking refuge
in unscrupulous Ocean above
and its fallen waves
touching us below
us the lamb
herded into bondage of celestial Horn
mass murdered
stranded in protein and cloned

and so created
was this New World
with a blind Eye
turned on our drying
trail of still living blood

if we need to live
why live?
why need ?
why if ?