Oh, I don't mean to sigh, or groan,
No this isn't a moan I don't mean this
Word the way it often seems but
Have we became the 'ironic points of light'?

That was your prophecy, I guessed, anyway.
But if you can see, please look and
Well, be happy, maybe?
See us working, not just verses
But lit by sound I'm here in a big
Mixing *** of music ready for the
Bruises of potential.

Nah, I'll bask in the fun of this
Experimental sapling all small just now.
Here I am sprawling beatwordbeat
There he is with beatbeatbeat
Letter to the letter (MPC?)

But, **** it all if I don't love this
Chance for poetry.