So bloodless is this possibility
that spines crack when whispered,
our best intentions skip a beat.

Our instincts speak for us.
This process secludes us.
We arrive in droves.
Whose to implement this forgotten device?

A harness for the oblivious.
No filter from brain to mouth,
they've relied on instinct from day one.
No destination, an empty proclamation,
it's time to cauterize the conscience.
Instinct will provide.