Open the black
                 Crack
                           In the universes
Mask
         Veiled over the abstract
                                        Tracks
          Of human foot stamps
Measuring inchpounds
                             Torque
In the aftermath of cells born
                                              Fast
Unless your slower
Than the tortoise who won the hare
                          By never kicking back
And he's running the race
Faster
Than the stat
Paced ahead
Of the rabbit in a hat


You look like a gastropod mollusk
But what you talking about Willis
When the race is almost finished
God will end it for us

Under his own sun
The moon reflects
The glow within us spinning

And
        We

Open the black
Of the dark
With the light of our axe
Lamped harder then a
Sword in a battle of impacts

Cracking open that darkness
With the sharpness
Of a knife cutting light
In the battle for an armistice

We fight

The fauceting flow
               Into a sink