This is where I am,
the music thrums like a heartbeat,
sudden brilliance spills from flickering rectangles,
my fingers beckon me further through the pipes.

There it sits,
a single rectangle,
the black letters blare out,
a decision of fate,
hell sings me closer,
I let my eyes gaze,

let me see
let me be

Not even a letter,
less than,
less than a breath,
a zip of light upon flickering boxes,
yet holds control over the push and pull of my tides,
I am but a slave to this unenveloped call

read on.