at this point, curving bases
the lightless scene preceding stillness
shields that space, that tremour, that wind
hurls you into the night
joy, 'twill expire soon
and this youth in the back harbours each shred

the rejected one's poison
and the price of indifference
I recognise you, cunning, hovering pixel
a synthetic existence trailing my fringe
if you've kept up until now
you've perceived naught
presently this is your realm
witness it vanish
machine keeping me
machine locking me
and everything happens
and it all recurs

the moral erodes but the madness reigns
you careless creature, surrendering yourself to us
the only thing we own is our recollection

-c.j.