Hyde, seek

These days I need a dire wolf
A shaggy protector from
Enemies and my own doubts.

Carry me mind-bound into a deep glade,
Lay me on the magic mound to have
Drained from me all the
Toxic civilization
Till I howl and
Run with her.

I need an uncanny familiar
Glass eyes reflecting away
Technology blue screen glare,
Nudging me to call forth the
Goddess with candle and cards,
Fire and magic, and salt and moon-washed grass

My totem animal has become some sort of
Golem, an animated LED screened monster,
That possesses my thoughts, shredding them
Into quarters, into 128s, into 1024s,
Until the bytes buzz like flies, and I am just a
Buzzing electric swarm.

Ridikulus. Expecto patronum.
Come forth, Isis, Athena, Kali.
This circuitry is a rational trap, and
my synapses are organic.
My belly makes life, and this is not life.
This out-of-balance world is not mine.