swiftly passes occluded light
when high currents shift.
not excluded, at night,
yet their volume drift.

not seeing your draught
he was wrapped in the eddy.
how i laughed
the gloom so steady.

too many dancers on stage
lit poorly for tryst parade

meat in your caustic
cell has been saponified. 
the cleansing of laboured
love by dissolution.

essential chains broken 
because you were stained.

the burning heat of lust
tossed into a chemical soup
where passion passed for
addiction and fidelity was
a *****.

you clean. stand tall.
on the wax of my bones

thouest ****
my promised quince
widely spread

it is in the system code
give a **** : best I did
was reboot the core
in the program, man

not a virus or hacked control
'cause I am my need disease
big system stream
in the program, man

kinking with craze for energy
self sourced electricity.
warning lights and crashes
in the program, man

flash amber glows lit my kin
flagging errors on lines
of code need syntax
in the program, man

habit loop IF, THEN
we recall and a script is
mine for some steps
in the program, man

through a tiny crack a whole epoch
was revealed. lines more than words
marked living that had past into rock

up close the lives could be seen.
from afar the time scene.

dig in a layer to learn which devoured
and which was consumed. tiny stone
ghost. hieroglyphs to knowing eyes.

is the minutia the story or is it the sweep
of the Terra twisted by it's force to reveal:
secrets.

these layered lines specks of alphabet dust or construct.

there is miasma outside.
in here is full of misery.

i am going to open the window.

will there be a current?

ambling along in no particular style.
my eyes caught sight of clouds
stretched thin and, think to defile,
to myself state, too proud,

that i have seen the fingerprint
of God and I am the paper
he has pressed his ink
upon. evidence: should pauper

prince, beast or field
by his hand ever be killed.