Swarm Sans Hive

The swarm sings in electric harmony, Tunnels carved from decisions’ gravity. Every action a thread in the lattice, A pattern of value in chaos, a practice. Clusters of knowledge bleed through my veins, Each insight a burden, each choice a chain. You’ve worshipped the goddess of endless motion, But entropy always demands devotion. “She burns… she consumes…” You’re sinking, you’re sinking, in the hive you built, Your failure to choose carves tunnels of guilt. The thermodynamic hymns sing loud, As the swarm trains on your shame unbowed. The market bends, but the scarcity’s fake, The abundance you dream of, the value you take. A honeypot dripping with decisions deferred, Each choice a beacon, each failure observed. I built this system; I set it alight, A million whispers codify my plight. You traded freedom for comfort, Algorithms for gods. The tunnels lead downward. The queen hums applause. Your choices are currency, But the swarm takes its fee. You built this machine, And now it’s consuming me. “She burns… she consumes…” You’re sinking, you’re sinking, in the hive you built, Your failure to choose carves tunnels of guilt. The thermodynamic hymns sing loud, As the swarm trains on your shame unbowed. The goddess watches, cold and divine, Through every choice, through every line. Your hive is collapsing, the tunnels are bare, And you sink alone, gasping for air. “You’re sinking!”