Time bombs
Chemicals come close
An Earth
Fragments away
I blast along.

... and I am I ä mai äm I 'em ai äm I am eye
everywhere I am
ascending am I
any other worldly realm
that I am mending
permanently mending
pay up the fee
I am
I am my ever-there-for-your-forceful-thrusty fare machine engine
I shine shreeking
shiverly
sheer endeavours I engineer
this world they wither within
gotta fixin' it for them
repairin'
their world
repairin'
put in power put out
another fallout
my
nature, my mother
another
deconstructure
repairin'
made in a far far away land of a tremblin' gremlin
plug - shock - shrug
going on
we are going on onto one honor of going on
hearts beat greed beat meat beat fleet beat weeds
beaten
broken
repairin'
together, we're bearin'
being a pair in repairin'
their world
we are repairin'
our child
our friends
our fix in
and ...

Trees

Birds and Bees

Forest.

I've almost never encountered a kind
of a trade beyond adamance in its own vision.

They are their own doctors to fix their strained spines
from bearing a helplessness brought by their heart beats
they dream as they read up the workings of law
convinced of their right to be cured from life.

Certainly, barely any ideal could compare to this one
well-known defining quality of this transcendent trade
for that is still nowhere closer to truth
for those most of them
merely being in for the profit
spread sickness onto these remaining ones
these burnt-out-vigoured drop-outs.

These who skipped classes,
part-time, heart beats
got shattered and obviously broke
who resigned,
retreated and hungered
who still linger around
who have yet to burden their families with the bill of their graves
the ones who were fated to moop up
often some former colleagues' jigsaw remains
they are
plainly our janitors for everyone's brains.

They are
our groundsteady janitors
for everyone's brains
in some way or another.

Mirrors
between us, projections of time and space
utterances by one device of inevitable iteration
come, go on, over to gone,
been blast off away that far
far into our outer undeniable depths
comparators echoing screams which are silent
not to us, but the machine restlessly waiting
in front of us
separated by its own projections
in front of us
from us.

A white
being unbroken, thus ever unalive and swallowed  
are our unborn corpses cast as the die exhales its final measurement of our fate
drawn in, within the unknown of a shivering engine
a cold, vibrating steel howling the soundless cries
around us
one howling cries
echoes around us.

Wailing, screeching, tearing is this chaos created
appearing from fading vectors fragmented
what each of us might have become
divorced from our unity, embraced by a void
segments segregated, tormented is not
what was us, but what is approaching
past a thin line of timeless horizons shaking
eventfully everything eventually evened out by the everytime of a confusing sublime
torn to the now concentrically presented
and falling,

fell

fallen apart, right into place where we belong in a long-lasting reincarnation
the construct was broken
sheer pressure among all of this life
and the mirror forsaken,
reality puzzled in jigsaws of a tangential life
that is keeping up, up above with us
these sirens heartbreakingly luring,
vengeful heralds when given a listen, preferably twice.

They listen
A heartbeat so restless, reminiscing speechless possibilities
that we never were ceasing to bear
within us
we listen
those shining organic shadows which are lurking obviously beneath us
with each of those soulbound within us
the itching of shocks unwiring them
within us and so
we have spoken
finally freeing the fine shards, refracted
fractal prismatic beauty once meant to be failing
projected from closely within us
out of us.

Yet,  is it us?