A Case of Vomiting Rabbits

"We are the Borg
resistance is futile
we bring chaos to order
(order to chaos)."

The cycle has been shattered
invariable has turned variable
concrete transformed into fluid
absolute into relative.

Coping in this harsh environment
is a futile death and hope
is but the dust on the desk
the immovable books.

Suppression of your desires
may lead you to an intense longing
comatosed yet unrestrained
unrestrained yet comatosed.

And so you cough up, you vomit
your itsy-bitsy rabbits
hopping about, prancing, dancing
stomping, chasing, ravaging.

"Habits my friend
are concrete forms of rhythm
are that portion of rhythm
which helps to keep us alive."

*Inspired by Julio Cortazar's "Letter to A Young Lady in Paris"