The nightingales still sing
over Orpheus' grave
Bending stone with sound
Sculpting cloud and chemtrail
in the likeness of Assange

A mirror universe
these threads vibrate
connecting other worlds
Ouroborus
the snake swallowing its tail

And old is the dust that flows
Through city veins
The stampede of time like footfalls on concrete line the furrowed brow of a 45 year old man in profile in the fading light of day

Repeating complex rituals
The silence of stars
juxtaposed with vibrant code
Gold oblivion intervenes
axioms twist
repeat
Chord built of sentinels
a complex thread splits the golden realms
with the engineering of laughter
Building bridges of bright futures
Lost and found to us in bedsit land
One thousand years of laughter