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A Ballad of Sundered Aegis

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  1. On briefest reef, I'm thrown off feet
  2. by crystalline and latticed vine,
  3. it bucks and birls me to stone seat,
  4. refracting shines in eyes of mine.
  5. With standup sight seeing sea drift
  6. extending current observing,
  7. I lay my head to never lift
  8. and hope for rest I'm deserving.
  1. And staring at both ailing suns,
  2. a loathsome, midday blue dulls stars
  3. over obtainable spectrums,
  4. I can't spy old homesun pulsars,
  5. nor horns of serpent runaway
  6. that streekt from freak hollows that cracked
  7. in outer arms of nebulae,
  8. which cradled me when more intact.
  1. Where go the void? Am I woken?
  2. I'm lost afloat sea asimmer.
  3. Devoid of most copernican
  4. of sentiments, I'm set center,
  5. as per tycho-modelled cycle,
  6. muddled scribes of prideful mindings,
  7. unfit to find archetypal
  8. humbled vibes from spaceward sightings.
  1. Cause: my nightspore test in falter,
  2. effect: broke spatial symmetries
  3. and high order cosmographer
  4. buckled to basic binaries,
  5. where empties roam with keen beckon
  6. and loom with lensing bend in gleams
  7. to dangle weapons we'd not reckon,
  8. jettisoning gamma ray streams.
  1. A solar lightnings' carving stun,
  2. had waxing feathered in aether,
  3. post-klaxon hum of trauma done,
  4. prunes galactic blooms to wither.
  5. Hither struggled, struggling still,
  6. head weighing from gravitation,
  7. bothers more than shrugging winds' shrill
  8. wavering of kite in motion.
  1. Then low orbit imitations,
  2. stellations of tetrahedrands,
  3. aglow raw grit scintillations,
  4. well oceans out from tearing glands,
  5. as if my ship that dust the skies,
  6. that gave grief on way and to leave,
  7. reflects as real in my eyes -
  8. I've lost escape with no reprieve.
  1. In fleeing squall unknown to me,
  2. I cut anchored familiar
  3. which sank me near instantly,
  4. consigning lapsed inferior
  5. to briny, planetary churn
  6. of tame oceans' laconic soak,
  7. tugging parachute taciturn,
  8. with lame, aphonic, coastal choke.
  1. In silent scream absorbed in grasp
  2. of black, long made before the fall,
  3. my mouth agape emits no rasp
  4. on stereo radio call
  5. of ceaseless noises, double-talk,
  6. a drowning EM tidal crest
  7. through lowlands loch that acts to block
  8. my call of distress: "just to rest..."

  1. No rest there was, I would not keep
  2. out there because exosuits leak
  3. cool air to heat with quick'ning beep,
  4. those caught who want exit ought seek.
  5. Bursting steam clouds my panoptics,
  6. I toe streams I dare to wade through,
  7. putting trust in field magnetics,
  8. my rusting armour pays its due.
  1. With metal-wrap and high-grade gloves,
  2. I'm nervous thing on offhand lam,
  3. poor chap jaded and strayed from love,
  4. far out of reach of friends and fam,
  5. I drove myself through endless void
  6. and found myself in blinding fogs,
  7. alive with self, not paranoid
  8. where only self could haunt the bogs.
  1. But sensors in sinew don't soothe
  2. these systems trained as danger sleuth,
  3. the shapes bored brains make from the smooth
  4. and spikes of noise mistook for truth.
  5. The isolation of the mist
  6. have wits reform and nerves revive
  7. in deprivation, tightened fist
  8. does not affirm that I'll survive.
  1. The fact, which hid beneath the hurt
  2. I felt when in the way of harm,
  3. is that my heart's ever alert
  4. and that my suit would false alarm.
  5. I see the choice that's left in mire
  6. what remains I cannot eschew,
  7. I can fear what has been prior
  8. or harbour fear of something new.
  1. But comforts come from certainty
  2. and thrumming of monotonies,
  3. a metronomic tendancy
  4. helps isolate anomalies
  5. and formerly-perceptual,
  6. conceptual consternations
  7. are cancelled-out, predictable,
  8. perpetual palpitations.
  1. Deterministic, anxious waves
  2. of bugs in ears and fungus grown,
  3. are all that's left in coward caves,
  4. I've chosen to suffer the known.
  5. ... 'til worry of higher degrees
  6. is wearing pocked and fissured plates,
  7. swapping odds of bayesian likelies,
  8. where unknowns ever generates.
  1. Befriending shadows on the wall,
  2. pretending comfort's what I felt
  3. did not stop magma curtain call
  4. as lava flows where shadows dwelt.
  5. I see in vain with eyes wide shut
  6. as pupils strain with contraction,
  7. with darkness gone my lie in rut
  8. was futile to vie with action.
  1. Not to be mistaken for brave,
  2. my sprint to screaming frequencies,
  3. is more a run from painful grave
  4. of lustful molten rock and seas.
  5. As clouded chaos quiets some,
  6. approaching shores of placid dunes,
  7. I know the cause when that plight come,
  8. the deserts' dry, decrepit croons.

  1. The sea of glass is forming rift
  2. to vast periphery skyline
  3. with quaking shift of sands in sift
  4. to ebb this heavy head of mine.
  5. At edge where grains can fall both ways,
  6. atop a point langrangian,
  7. I'm safe as last man of blank bays,
  8. but subject to blare gaussian.
  1. Those sisyphean oft ashame,
  2. they'd dream to take this battle slow,
  3. frenetic static hits me same
  4. yet makes my thin bones rattle so.
  5. I wrestle neck up to behold,
  6. the old-world mechanistic grind
  7. of what is digging gap foretold,
  8. a whining and machinic kind.
  1. Bevy of antennas wired,
  2. rhizomes strafing past afloating,
  3. adjoint to roaming ore spired
  4. via hanging mast it's toting.
  5. Forlorn hoverer, overdrawn,
  6. does fawn over a gaping black,
  7. seems tired with yawn held upon,
  8. does it drag hole or hole drag back?
  1. I'm sick of this, I just want home,
  2. I've no such form to face the dawn,
  3. of tricks of light nor migraine chrome,
  4. this is not norm for brittle-born
  5. whose worn and crappy shell would split
  6. like licks of flame in dry biome,
  7. like origami delicate
  8. from war-torn, age-old, langsyne tome.
  1. It seems my hands are ill-defined,
  2. exclusion principles resign,
  3. I'm swimming in space undefined
  4. no pull to which I can align.
  5. With frantic swiping at the sands
  6. ignored among acoustic seas,
  7. surrounding resonating bands
  8. eternally returns unease.
  1. How could I jam noise and combat
  2. approach so slow I'd not notice,
  3. when this is strong evidence that
  4. what was designs again what is?
  5. Commands of ancient echelon,
  6. back then were instrumental,
  7. now march of progress marches on
  8. where monument moves tangential.
  1. 'Neath unpermitting monolith,
  2. I peer into unlit pit
  3. which swallows tight-knit regolith,
  4. uplifting what's hid from suns hit.
  5. It brings to light a slighter thrust
  6. to take the loss upon the chin,
  7. unloosened kite I need not trust,
  8. one up or down must take me in.
  1. I haven't strength to fight the flow,
  2. no option but surrendering,
  3. but smart conceding can help show,
  4. by notion of uncentering,
  5. not it nor I is all to know,
  6. there is no point of origin,
  7. it's relative to say I'm low
  8. with deeper parts to forage in.

  1. Weight of planets draw me humble,
  2. feckless I flee conscious id,
  3. like up-turned insect flights fumble,
  4. like reckless, concientious kid
  5. would fall again as fools tend to,
  6. when leaping off well-meaning height.
  7. Do not regard the hopes untrue,
  8. the real's atop intent in might.
  1. The buzzing cranks will overturn
  2. as free as link in chain that's drug
  3. around a wheel that returns
  4. with wingspeed of the smallest bug,
  5. and not a smack nor swat nor swing
  6. will free me from metallic groan,
  7. kinetic lack is what I bring,
  8. rescinding potential I loan.
  1. I spot the interlocks to thread,
  2. the ratchets cranking obstinate,
  3. my 'chute now covers up my head,
  4. pronouncing me deadlocked dimwit,
  5. and I'd not argue when entranced
  6. by rhythmic happenings that spin
  7. and without asking have advanced
  8. to do with me what they have been.
  1. In a fall categorical
  2. of all the ones that came before,
  3. why relearn what's historical?
  4. I'd rather cognisance withdraw.
  5. In cybernetics take over,
  6. mechanical in my descent,
  7. what help's knowing parabola
  8. in trip I've no hope to augment?
  1. I hide away with shame I learnt,
  2. behind replay of muscle logs,
  3. and accept humility earnt
  4. as gear caught in cosmic cogs,
  5. but lingered in the cavity,
  6. no longer than a blink to see,
  7. a reversing of gravity
  8. returning myself back to me.
  1. A siphoning has strings near snap
  2. in plane non-orientable,
  3. then transformation of flat map
  4. from surface low-dimensional
  5. has stresses flip in changing draft
  6. to scene non-representable,
  7. dilating under dome-like shaft
  8. where straight lines seem more bendable.
  1. The data loading out the banks
  2. in rushed retrace of path unsure
  3. puts hole in taxonomic ranks
  4. of gushing founts of matter lure.
  5. My harness fit for lowerings,
  6. and glidings to ataxia,
  7. in guidance upside towerings
  8. does not aid ataraxia.
  1. The undercarraige winds me back
  2. I stab my kite that's bound on bolt,
  3. and nylon lace in tangled slack
  4. experienced inertial jolt.
  5. I grasp from hook-edged wand-knife held
  6. machinic drive is not enough
  7. to clasp forsook, dredged land-waif felled
  8. from cynic dive to inert slough.

  1. Letting lack of cause by nature
  2. indicate a fleeting reason,
  3. taking slack I rouse to future,
  4. to explore what life can squeeze in,
  5. while translating branching pathways
  6. to a stack of cornered maze tree.
  7. I try not see lazy delays
  8. in repeating sierpinski.
  1. Uncivil sorts of architects,
  2. made halls inside all bent and creased,
  3. so navigation's made complex,
  4. as if for blind and charging beast,
  5. like time itself is light deceived
  6. to solve the shortest ways to where
  7. it tries to take all turns conceived
  8. at rate the junctions' will can bear.
  1. The turn-arounds in labyrinth
  2. have ground-up plans like knotted rings
  3. to cluster carbons knelt at plinth
  4. that supplicate engineering,
  5. "Please keep the minotaur from me."
  6. In byzantines of dread I stray,
  7. redundantly heeding to he,
  8. my ruminations' ox-head fey.
  1. Scrutinizing route unwinding,
  2. how I searched for centroid secret,
  3. I'd not get there without finding,
  4. notetakers, in corners, had writ:
  5. "quarks amiss will attend again,
  6. where photo-electric clockworks
  7. quantized to mass distend refrain
  8. through echo-concentric networks.
  1. The slits of lasers phase in rhyme
  2. with timing blinks in hidden screen,
  3. reducing blits to local time
  4. missed universal state unseen.
  5. No matter if you're standing near,
  6. or scatter as you're no more seen,
  7. know you were always to be here
  8. and here you will always have been."
  1. In map of roads I'd rush to take
  2. from angled, firmamental look
  3. against those roads I would forsake,
  4. I found it's time that I forsook.
  5. Instead I'll note so simple truth,
  6. a measured time's not time perceived,
  7. deadends I hit when in my youth
  8. can linger longer than believed.
  1. And so I know why still I fight,
  2. because they fought for me before,
  3. they've quietened to null-like night
  4. but grief for them breaks walls and draws
  5. upon the sorrow of the slights,
  6. recesses holding wrongward doors,
  7. I learnt I had to see from heights
  8. a way to wrench archways in floors
  1. to distributed cores that bring
  2. the beams whose course was overshot
  3. but know the ones that split offspring
  4. could find their way to better lot.
  5. Unhid, pervasive cables showed
  6. interconnections resonate.
  7. I flood systems for overload
  8. with chants of lives concatenate.

  1. Losing footing on carapace
  2. and distancing from what I've said,
  3. all words unheard would far outpace
  4. those of me own that I'd re-read.
  5. I'd tried hard with kernel of code,
  6. in each part you were embedded,
  7. might not prompt recursive download,
  8. but at least I'm clear-headed.
  1. Sudden silence, hope then dreading
  2. whirring stop leads an unsteading,
  3. pyramid descends on threading
  4. blurred in drop with circled heading.
  5. Shifting forces makes sand syrup,
  6. moving land to stable new state;
  7. though my beacon's no more corrupt,
  8. I'm caught in sands and now must wait.
  1. Like desert dripped through fingers slipped
  2. that's stranding me in sorry place,
  3. and dropping what I have not gripped
  4. I've weighted feet and cannot chase
  5. you racing others unsated,
  6. whose needing more than I can serve
  7. allowed, for me, what's awaited -
  8. a rest that I may not deserve.
  1. Constant loudness seemed so massive,
  2. rampant shrewdness of racous breaths,
  3. sets like suns now, less oppressive,
  4. lurking down in vacuous depths.
  5. No din from aerial arraign,
  6. my bones repose under my skin,
  7. no more enduring absent pain,
  8. no poke nor stab, no prod nor pin.
  1. Some would think it grim, the moments
  2. it slips my mind that you did go,
  3. but simulacra holds remnants,
  4. like sticker stars on ceilings glow.
  5. In pretense that you stayed unslain,
  6. I play that you lay at surface,
  7. suspending thoughts to keep me sane,
  8. that clay animate serves purpose.
  1. Enduring phospheresences
  2. saving sensory connection,
  3. cautioning risk to defenses
  4. I air one more choice dejection,
  5. sending signal that won't diffuse,
  6. about more than a long to rest,
  7. amending logs with longheld news
  8. confessing I've not lived my best.
  1. Weakness showed through insulation
  2. sought within a wrought transparence,
  3. part refraction, part reflection,
  4. barely asserted appearance,
  5. readying to shirk hand given,
  6. assuming givers would not care
  7. for empty body undriven,
  8. a skin not lived in, life laid bare.
  1. Longer was I not and won't be
  2. than ever do I patient wait,
  3. but pulsar clocks time not mem'ry
  4. I'm holding through the hours late.
  5. I'll leave my hand above and free,
  6. to grow like seeds take time to wake,
  7. and know I can be company,
  8. if someone needs a hand to take.


Awaiting Healing Damocles

  1. Something pulling the husk of me,
  2. does bring me up to dusk abray -
  3. offbeat, untrue geometry -
  4. I would it leave me to my way.
  5. It's not for love of me it woke,
  6. No ambling in the trail left,
  7. and rambling doesn't draw out talk,
  8. implies concern for me bereft.
  1. Its heft externally unmoved,
  2. affixed but shearing through essence,
  3. to shrink its stern and grow saw-toothed
  4. it propagates wave-like presence,
  5. while deftly with ferritic steel,
  6. lashing out from inner spaces,
  7. wiry lengths with neurotic zeal
  8. probe and pull from many faces.
  1. At the target of its phases,
  2. where the sand subsumes the sun in
  3. terra incognita hazes,
  4. terrors in what this could summon
  5. haunt the ghosts that's in the shaping
  6. of this ever changing creature,
  7. I'm reminded of my shaking,
  8. searching remains not my nature.
  1. Conditioned for unchanging states,
  2. I'd no concerns once I withdrew
  3. to sheltered grey where naught rotates.
  4. Still set, do suns? Or set anew?
  5. The atmos rayleighs to rawed flesh
  6. as cleik at wrist begins to ache.
  7. Metallic tendrils of ored mesh
  8. must take of me for its own sake.
  1. Agitating planed-marauder
  2. osculating many molded
  3. manifolds trained out of order
  4. has me as fodder enfolded.
  5. A nobler person would assess
  6. and find to where, or what, they're drawn,
  7. but nimbler flight's skill I possess,
  8. I'm spaceborne who's not built for brawn.
  1. I spy athort much birk and bush
  2. that sprout from seeds that sunward crawl,
  3. to mask my being under lush
  4. might take to task that cornered sprawl.
  5. Trees seem greener against greying
  6. workings of impatient other,
  7. forking structures their displaying
  8. cover rather than to smother.
  1. Greener parts I'm trusting over
  2. intimmers of machine spirit,
  3. from under its focussed hover
  4. I better the grasp and quick flit
  5. where worrying misgivings run,
  6. ignorant of destinations,
  7. suns are irrevocably spun
  8. to strange new orientations.
  1. My shadows, split infront, extends
  2. to faster welcome in forest
  3. as follows my hunch that impends
  4. for this I might be sorriest.
  5. With all discomforts considered,
  6. I left what dragged me out to life
  7. and fled with no thoughts as yet heard
  8. that wild could sooner cause me strife.

  1. 'Til by and by the chase abates,
  2. and stalker leaves me to this zone,
  3. I break a branch to brace in wait
  4. and speak no sound and hunker prone
  5. enthroned on leaf-ridden and thorned
  6. forewarnings not to unsettle,
  7. should I disturb horrors adorned
  8. in heather, hazel and nettle.
  1. 'Neath the clover flakes what's whittled,
  2. and overwhelmed, I pare abune,
  3. squinting at flora that rippled
  4. with unbid, whistled, elm-spun tune.
  5. All the action flutters here
  6. like twisting metal planes disjoint -
  7. almost carved this staff to spear
  8. with my concern sharpened to point.
  1. Mould spores cunningly suffocates
  2. muffled buzz of transparent wings,
  3. before brownian glides to fates,
  4. to ruffle and writhe on floors' springs,
  5. as this life-filled microcosm
  6. would strive to swiftly kill each part
  7. for darwinian death spasm
  8. that shoots out pain then falls apart.
  1. Life must oppose, if else it chose
  2. it's destined to then self-destruct,
  3. its agency to decompose
  4. I cannot blame, but must reluct,
  5. ambivalence to existence
  6. is concept I can understand,
  7. but preference for malignance
  8. to face down death should life demand?
  1. This is decay, this is a mould
  2. that overtakes and inter-knots
  3. with neurons no more self-controlled
  4. with self-honed make of home-grown thoughts.
  5. In broken systems, to excel
  6. is not a goal I will pursue,
  7. bespoken own environ cell
  8. will sterilize me of mildew.
  1. But neutral plates that would safekeep
  2. my softer sides that easy rip
  3. from brutal hits may still yet seep
  4. this lichen bloom upon my hip.
  5. To keep detached from what I see,
  6. I dig with knife along waistline;
  7. I will not let you grow from me,
  8. I am my own and you're not mine.
  1. The place and route trace multiplies,
  2. my chest is bound in tight'ning lines
  3. as body systems rectifies
  4. from frightful sight of me-shaped vines.
  5. The trumpets sound, I cut too deep
  6. and cooling fluid starts to ooze,
  7. I realise rot need not creep,
  8. by sight alone it warps my views.
  1. I'm not a whole conglomerate
  2. with barrier to chemicals
  3. but set of wires disparate
  4. of multiple recepticles
  5. with twining, woven causation
  6. that nature discards when sees fit.
  7. A single interpretation
  8. and I am always part of it.

  1. My copper frayed capillaries
  2. were shorted by ablasive rends.
  3. They flailing rejoin filigrees
  4. repairing scarred and mislinked mends,
  5. as nervous system softly drones
  6. and circulatory beats slow,
  7. respiratory dulls to moan
  8. as muscles cannot stow airflow.
  1. Skeletal sags as jelly mass
  2. for I'm easy to make shaken,
  3. resumed exhaustion will not pass,
  4. I'm wanting sleep though just woken.
  5. "Cover me in reeds and river,
  6. and bury me in humbled glen,"
  7. speaks my soft, small voice aquiver,
  8. the words of beaten, stumbling men,
  1. "My reddened eyes and stooping spine
  2. and quaking lower lips of cry,
  3. would see less pain should birch and pine
  4. emerge to split and rip thereby
  5. erasing all humility
  6. and hiding shame within the tree,
  7. replacing this futility
  8. of subsets to biology.
  1. Drink my tears and drain thin shell,
  2. leave only bones so none may tell,
  3. and please keep what you secret well,
  4. how surely defeated I fell."
  5. But caught amongst ambivalent
  6. sustained perennial thickets,
  7. my plea's answered equivalent
  8. with chirping of lonely crickets.
  1. I've reached again a lower best
  2. in failure to truely assess,
  3. inconsequence of me to rest,
  4. and dominance of due process.
  5. Through vocal flinch of vain whimper
  6. my local signal's loud spoken,
  7. I'm gasping roach that crawls nowhere,
  8. I'm branch in wait to be broken.
  1. If nature is not stopping me,
  2. a bug on lens and magnified,
  3. a simple pest then I must be,
  4. and help to me it won't provide,
  5. save soaking up the aftermath,
  6. once all my limbs are laid to ground,
  7. and I'm exhausted of all wrath
  8. that keeps me from that patient mound.
  1. My staff does creek under the weight
  2. of weakened frame I've well-burdened,
  3. I weakly seek on wayward straight
  4. a scarce treeline of woodland end.
  5. I mount what could become headstone,
  6. to find I look back where I came
  7. and ev'ry pathway I have known,
  8. at once, I see all look the same.
  1. And from all sides, it seems to me -
  2. a joke from old and weary japes -
  3. to me floats that geometry
  4. of manifold and flickered shapes,
  5. since in my panic I still screamed
  6. in waves of radioed distress,
  7. so that my place to all is beamed,
  8. so only me is lost in mess.

  1. Incalculable dimension
  2. or undeniable green lay?
  3. Offended by comprehension
  4. I throw myself whichever way.
  5. To those with hope, there's no surprise,
  6. but me, on whom patterns persist,
  7. find nary a need for war cries,
  8. the shapes tilt only to assist.
  1. Pressed upon by stronger lustre,
  2. rising pressure of deflections
  3. reflects my parts which can't muster
  4. some such measure to sum fractions,
  5. typical when forked and scattered
  6. in diffractions as external
  7. distractions reverse to mirror
  8. total reflections internal.
  1. Lurching, displaced from conventions,
  2. perceptions in sight unbending
  3. and stretching out in directions
  4. with no deference to ending,
  5. rangily unreferencing
  6. my existence in ascending
  7. or falling lost difference in
  8. change where stasis is upending.
  1. Middling models and metaphor
  2. are closest to reality
  3. my stuttering must settle for,
  4. reality's too much for me,
  5. and any probability
  6. that I may utter falsity
  7. is sourced from my fragility,
  8. confused, but lies in honesty.
  1. At risk of seizure, eyes tight-held,
  2. I guess my path through unmapped realm,
  3. and use math thought wrong but upheld,
  4. it finds me whole upon the helm
  5. of heart.. or brain.. something arcane?
  6. I'd not know on the best of days,
  7. this work outlives any refrain
  8. attempting trite descriptive phrase.
  1. In all I've said and want to say
  2. was wrestling of what I knew
  3. without to know, objectively,
  4. the proof that what I say won't skew
  5. and go selectively astray
  6. through filters of senses preset,
  7. undeniably the process
  8. automates a hopeful mindset
  1. with countless inconsistencies
  2. of unconscious machinations
  3. exploiting inefficiencies
  4. of architecture's foundations,
  5. 'til human error probing node
  6. would eagerly erode pipelines,
  7. so overload will then explode
  8. in power surge and coil whines.
  1. I pry apart its counting ticks
  2. and try read clicks through instructions
  3. to find the art and all the tricks
  4. on how to fix my own functions.
  5. Though as I am, maladjusted,
  6. my instrospective efforts crash,
  7. breaking down and leaving busted
  8. careful addressing made nonce hash.

  1. And so unfolds same old mistakes
  2. through lateral breaches ill-spaced,
  3. creating viscous flows and wakes
  4. of untold centuries unlaced.
  5. On watching pinholes at time's pace
  6. from deepest of wells that dilate,
  7. these apertures in long-dead space,
  8. with parallax, parambulate.
  1. Specks of stars start switching off then
  2. as moth-filled void outstrips my trance.
  3. Foremost orbs' orbit held brisken
  4. three-body game caught me in dance.
  5. Two around, bound tight, revolving,
  6. One which lacks accretes from other
  7. spinning disk, risked on dissolving,
  8. leaving husk post-starcrossed nova.
  1. Last leg fusion rebeginning,
  2. unremitting until fatal
  3. loss of energy to spinning,
  4. hardens core into a metal.
  5. Mass ejection sent suspending,
  6. weighing heaviness disheartens,
  7. lessens momentum defending
  8. egressing of what enlightens.
  1. Not the kind that's dying to fight,
  2. nor in search of fight to die in,
  3. I don't mind this entropic flight,
  4. beyond recall, no use trying.
  5. At last expelled out from deep well,
  6. effects postponed in distant blast,
  7. I'm lone zombie in extant shell
  8. the knell of binaries now past.
  1. What hell to which I wend below,
  2. like feather off a burning wing,
  3. is not likely to help resew
  4. the loose ends I've left dangling.
  5. The emptiest have eased impact,
  6. so I replace, with spaciousness,
  7. the sensors to which I react,
  8. regaining once-held weightlessness.
  1. What breaks down toroid transformer
  2. cracking joints which absorb unkind?
  3. No grass to touch, no unformer,
  4. what's to become of coil untwined,
  5. like string pulled far from line of sight,
  6. left unstrung on this frozen glen,
  7. ablow a sky quartered by light,
  8. over cutting cold ben midden?
  1. With no concern nor decision
  2. I can't discern if fall or float,
  3. what could be cratered collision
  4. reduced itself to asymptote.
  5. Excavation being thorough,
  6. no sensation stirs me writhing,
  7. matching ambient sub-zero,
  8. thermals would show nothing living.
  1. Yet, seemingly my suit withstood,
  2. though numb to burns of re-entry,
  3. would do more harm than any good
  4. to check diagnostic sentry.
  5. I cannot process what's to come,
  6. returned to flat chronology.
  7. I'll wait on my delirium
  8. to resume rote tautology.

  1. Mangled brain that's fain to wane there,
  2. making choice that felt not chosen:
  3. angled heap will there remain where
  4. freezing over's best kept frozen,
  5. on the bare and broken wasteland
  6. cleft with bracken, leafy pattern
  7. along grains from my unplanned hand
  8. placed in banding disk like saturn.
  1. Through the cracks with hollowy ring
  2. the lake below leaks up to rays
  3. chasing me off with ret, warping
  4. electromagnetic displays.
  5. Watery film on sunken ice,
  6. unairs malaise and grounds the sky
  7. so heights of stellar paradise
  8. are marred by plunging steps awry.
  1. The expedition eats reserve
  2. and powerless I knelt as norm
  3. where I expect and so observe
  4. kaleidescope of onset storm.
  5. Anxious tolls would sure outlast
  6. whatever I may perservere
  7. as any fall I may skip past
  8. would help mirror a further fear.
  1. Faint aurorae stronger render
  2. my frame which fickle does harrow
  3. for a sure abeien fender,
  4. windless place were I may tarrow -
  5. lest this greying blizzard astride
  6. mine shallow burrow enclosure
  7. test if vaccuum-hardened heart lied
  8. of lower limits I'd endure.
  1. Pathetic clutching at my knees,
  2. anthetical to welcomed view
  3. of your lantern raised on the breeze,
  4. I hide my smile that then grew
  5. from truth I keep deep in my throat
  6. there's nothing that I'd rather see
  7. than distant shine, that tiny mote,
  8. of someone out looking for me.
  1. But during kit's stalling reboot,
  2. inop'rable with glitched fallbacks,
  3. the latency of instinct suit
  4. conflicts with habit to holdback.
  5. Trepadacious, overthinking,
  6. it hurts in feeling the feedback,
  7. leaving that same feel of sinking,
  8. as I dig slow, so hole fills back.
  1. Unlit, abandoned, unwired,
  2. a statue without light of note,
  3. these parts of me once admired
  4. have chilled to trap of icy coat.
  5. Appendage hydraulics retract,
  6. where sat inured, frosted blind,
  7. my legs curl in for playdead act
  8. and instinct vacates forfeit mind.
  1. The crystals bind my neck bent low
  2. where snowflakes fall upon shoulders,
  3. the ice translucence wryly shows
  4. it chokes out flame that still smoulders.
  5. You left, barely a look askance,
  6. but knew I'd hurt much more than you.
  7. To give my warmth a fighting chance,
  8. you left... but left a light on too.


Through Disposable Iambus

  1. A booming arrival, whistling fall,
  2. like many I've travelled before,
  3. sings out as siren looming call
  4. for saddened and sorry encore
  5. of poor and wobbly stagger
  6. I manage as I disinter,
  7. as if already a tremor
  8. does sift me out of this winter.
  1. And lifted free with space to think
  2. on planes of anhedonia,
  3. my avolation holds at brink
  4. prolonged death-bed insomnia
  5. to try and try, in base attempt,
  6. to gauge the angle incident,
  7. adapting to what I preempt,
  8. destruction being imminent.
  1. Were I not born and kept alive,
  2. succumbed to impulse to defy
  3. the call to sleep, I'd not survive
  4. to last past stars of days gone by.
  5. Were I to die, I'd want it so:
  6. that meteor falls out the sky.
  7. No blister bleeding at my toe,
  8. salt whip-stung eyes or lips stone-dry.
  1. Unlearning laying downs of yore
  2. on blanking blanket unmoved since
  3. erasure of what storms restore -
  4. a flashed mem barren of footprints -
  5. there I retread the steps unmade,
  6. and random walk regenerates
  7. to be waylaid by next cascade
  8. of tandem load and counterweights.
  1. In slalom as I retrograde
  2. and gravitate in figure-eight,
  3. I'm stuck inside a balanced trade
  4. of trouble and to acclimate.
  5. Should I assuage ascetic stint
  6. when all I've left is to contend
  7. that dust that flies from back of flint
  8. is bright only to tailing end?
  1. The watchful glint would dare compare
  2. its weightless wisp to aeons' sift,
  3. though if it's spared through flight midair
  4. still joins my dull tectonic drift.
  5. But wave of shock now reified,
  6. averted was cyclopic stare,
  7. that burning gaze strikes mountain-side
  8. alit with pyroclastic flair.
  1. And dimly down does it not fare
  2. in distant butte's half-summit pyre
  3. as waypoint to rare well-lit lair,
  4. this substitute sun's burning dire.
  5. I surge to point of fallen's nest,
  6. conceding to converging states.
  7. There is no absolute in rest,
  8. there is in what accelarates.
  1. Aware of nowhere else to go
  2. and knowing rocks do not smoke so,
  3. the bare night gives me one more show
  4. of fading lights last afterglow.
  5. And wading through knee-deep, wet snow,
  6. it strikes me as I sound a sigh,
  7. Is this solemn, flaming arrow
  8. or does my ship still float on high?

  1. Plot the path debris had charted,
  2. then on planes hilly and hollowed
  3. find me as shadow time parted
  4. from what's linearly followed
  5. on projected path's cross-section,
  6. without intent, enslaved to curve
  7. that's set from first perturbation
  8. (initial states we all must serve).
  1. Yes, how I am convinced with ease
  2. to minimize the entropy
  3. and not detour to endless freeze
  4. for wasteful test of destiny.
  5. Were less of me to span in time,
  6. the leftovers of cut short treks
  7. would still bend knee to paradigm
  8. and join in clumps of gathered specks.
  1. Trajectory calculation,
  2. predictor of the vaccum seas,
  3. works too for complex collision
  4. to form shock metamorphoses.
  5. Should crevice, cracks and comet graves,
  6. resolved as physical in act,
  7. probe the synapse like depth of cave,
  8. the same results are found exact.
  1. But though to know would ease my mind
  2. by run of sandbox universe,
  3. I'd not put same on my own kind,
  4. as stresses preplayed will recurse.
  5. By estimating constantly,
  6. approximating will not skew
  7. the uniform uncertainty,
  8. dread won't delay coming debut.
  1. To keep aback re-entrant dives,
  2. I travel tunnels cloaked in black -
  3. the lower lit tunnels deprives
  4. nostalgic-but-reversed attack.
  5. The fringe of night that drags the floor
  6. retreats from dimming lantern's rim,
  7. and with it, what I can't ignore,
  8. the possibles outside my whim.
  1. But universe observable
  2. is stretching out from under me,
  3. and all things irreversible
  4. are glaring bleakest certainty.
  5. My ray cast light with inverse square
  6. intensifies in gemstone roots
  7. of underground, that squirm aware,
  8. with wild and luminesced offshoots.
  1. I dedicate a slow exhale
  2. to peace of mind in frailty,
  3. as futures dwarf my present scale,
  4. outside thought capability.
  5. Intensities in shifting red
  6. of ev'rything surrounding me
  7. leaves me a lonesome, drifting head
  8. in shallowed wavelengths of flat sea.
  1. But struck was I, at end light bared,
  2. despite despair left on repeat,
  3. misstepped on reach, so unprepared,
  4. a missing stair, a missed heartbeat.
  5. A fractal crystal fungus eats,
  6. on fatal catalytic sight,
  7. hopeless indeed, downed ship depletes
  8. my will to fight quartz overwrite.

  1. Quartz substrate in jerk and spasm
  2. of piezoelectric tensions,
  3. excess with enthusiasm,
  4. maxes limited retentions,
  5. reducing personalities
  6. to repeating configuration,
  7. reorganising valencies
  8. of cells for strong correlation.
  1. And soon under spectroscopy,
  2. by those searching for character,
  3. would stimulus reliably
  4. reflect transitionless spectra
  5. of layers upon layers cloned
  6. in periodic replica,
  7. all radiation that is loaned
  8. repaid with same old signature.
  1. Beginnings far from my falling
  2. I cannot tell where I'm going,
  3. each hinge in pendulous fateswing
  4. confounds my tenuous knowing.
  5. Still, unit circle circumscribes,
  6. a sufficient check confirming,
  7. no variance in time describes,
  8. all in all, a stalled transforming.
  1. My breaking down was overdue,
  2. the parts constituent decry,
  3. the suffering they did accrue
  4. from rules emergent they go by.
  5. Self-organised to misbehave,
  6. I am unsafe deformity,
  7. there's safer shape that's more concave,
  8. conformed to uniformity.
  1. I understand, though it bores me,
  2. the complex falls back to the start.
  3. I know the plan, I need not be
  4. until last atom's pulled apart.
  5. With scraping sound on fractured bones,
  6. I breathe etudes onto the ground,
  7. recite koans to ignore tones,
  8. I count the dirt that lay abound,
  1. then found in studies known so well,
  2. the truths I tell, the calm it brings,
  3. they steady me at where I fell
  4. to find the orderers of things.
  5. The composition of the small
  6. can generate propulsive force,
  7. few words in cells bring forth a pull
  8. that ships may fly a darkened course,
  1. and should I drift across the axis,
  2. walking helix wound on torus,
  3. I can wind back in with praxis
  4. strengthening magnetic locus.
  5. Questioning mosaic mirror
  6. with perspectives brought to focus,
  7. might a lengthened stay sincerer,
  8. multifrequencies in chorus,
  1. broaden sequences of banding
  2. and illuminate my structure,
  3. for a grander understanding
  4. of why I am of my nature?
  5. Were I to let me crystallize,
  6. the old lattice recurs at will.
  7. Should I in higher phase reprise?
  8. Make a marker interstitial?

  1. To take my time and stake what's left,
  2. or break another part of me?
  3. Forsaken? No! I'm not bereft,
  4. I'll shake the shards, I'll shatter free.
  5. A theseus, I cease to see
  6. the difference in what is since
  7. and what once was and what will be -
  8. the transience of subsistence.
  1. The ossified once it was wore
  2. on meeting pestle with mortar,
  3. like automata, sums to more,
  4. pigment, binder, mattifier
  5. diffuses harm of nodes alone,
  6. in absences and vacancies,
  7. by painting perspectives unshown,
  8. horizons new to vertices.
  1. The empty parts will help define
  2. the points in space which I call home,
  3. the quiet times connect a line
  4. that moments are permit to roam.
  5. The lantern flares when shot as bullet,
  6. and the cast light says to sorrow,
  7. ship adrifting is not done yet,
  8. I'm not downed by flaming arrow.
  1. Were I not born to stay alive,
  2. and go where I will soon have been,
  3. if light would fade and so deprive,
  4. I'd make my peace with what's not seen.
  5. Weren't I to die, I'd live it so:
  6. I'd learn the things I'd hope to know,
  7. and search the seas and safely row,
  8. and not drown in the undertow.
  1. I break my bonds to break the bind,
  2. unmake the tether markedly,
  3. as staking I'm fine left behind
  4. would verge on tacky parody.
  5. Snap turn habit stresses granite
  6. popping bubbles by my marrow,
  7. narrowly, it's as I plan it,
  8. stinging knee warmed by a dark flow.
  1. Remit of lit inner diodes,
  2. my amputation seems well-built,
  3. as with minerals of geodes,
  4. when tunnel mouth, with simple tilt,
  5. hits spill to glisten and lessen
  6. the fussing over what's been spilt,
  7. agony is not the lesson,
  8. it's space wherelies what's then rebuilt.
  1. The petrifying staunches wound
  2. and launches sliver to the brain,
  3. to stay and listen where attuned,
  4. discussing what we both could gain.
  5. Upset stomach bacteria,
  6. autonomous cell constructions,
  7. and cochlea hysteria,
  8. restructuring for new functions.
  1. With shrunken grip on need to rest,
  2. my excavated self can host,
  3. like sunken ship can house a nest,
  4. a sense familiar, like ghost.
  5. The wafers snapping in the hull,
  6. begets from heat of idle thread,
  7. what hibernated in a lull,
  8. a yolk in metal, kin of dead.

  1. Poor, panicked thing, what have I done?
  2. Left incubating on your own,
  3. you lost your youth in quiet hum,
  4. first set of horns already grown.
  5. How bitterly of me you'd think,
  6. unwillingly cocooned you slept.
  7. In years of pity I would sink,
  8. while you festooned in cables kept.
  1. Your sequencing was cloned and cut
  2. from that what last the tedium,
  3. a tardigrade with caprine gut,
  4. cephalopods, mycelium.
  5. Deathlessness was unintended,
  6. not what I meant, but it's my fault,
  7. you'd not enjoy life extended,
  8. rather endure it as default.
  1. With tentacled convulsing splines
  2. about a snarling hircine keen,
  3. what once was calm and serpentine
  4. is shredded into frenzy scene
  5. all startled and stimulated,
  6. and strangled amongst the cording,
  7. misled you to think you're hated
  8. with more darkness on unboarding.
  1. Offered self as carrion thrall,
  2. to aggression you're parading,
  3. hushed no bass in clarion call,
  4. nor the starkness of your shading.
  5. Excess beating of ev'ry hit
  6. I guess is slice of what I'm owed,
  7. but rage and fear causing it
  8. should never have been so bestowed.
  1. The damage forwarded to cave
  2. betrays the love of one afraid,
  3. the walls display penance I crave,
  4. the debt I owe it has half paid.
  5. The channelling of faults foray
  6. won't dissipate the blame delayed,
  7. but re-enslaves you to the fray
  8. to reproduce the hurt I made.
  1. By feel of your unsharpened tine,
  2. I'm seeing your benevolence,
  3. but weaker hurt still carries sign,
  4. regrets stick in idempotence.
  5. Were you not held so far aloft,
  6. if I had known you'd sleep till fall,
  7. with breath of yours distant and soft,
  8. would you believe, I'd reach, I'd crawl...
  1. It's frustrating you still suffer,
  2. as you had suffered me, the fool,
  3. self-punishment is no buffer,
  4. my prostrating is just as cruel.
  5. I'll give you ev'rything to take,
  6. I make this pledge, I'll let you loose,
  7. I know the edge a gem can make,
  8. I'll free you're limbs, then you can choose.
  1. Once free I'd hope that you'd not leave,
  2. although its fair you gripe and seethe,
  3. my losing you would do me grief,
  4. you have my air I need to breathe.
  5. I've open hand for you in wait,
  6. my company is yours to drop,
  7. for all I care, if I'm too late,
  8. the spins of far off stars can stop.

  1. The mountain shakes, my knee gives way
  2. some dust unsettled clouds our view
  3. as fountain breaks of stone and clay,
  4. unrested as if given cue.
  5. Untested leg splinters right through
  6. and festers ev'ry step I make.
  7. Without reason I can construe
  8. you're there in wait where light does break.
  1. Considering behind dirt plume,
  2. in choosing, privately, what serves:
  3. were I swallowed in earthen doom
  4. would I fulfil what you deserve?
  5. And should your choice to wait for me
  6. be factor in my gait resumed?
  7. We hurt ourselves so easily,
  8. exhuming what should stay entombed.
  1. The ashen grey not washed away,
  2. for soot of loving protection,
  3. I let the dust on visor lay
  4. to ration love for inspection.
  5. Occluding thoughts that you'd convey
  6. I think kindness works best unseen.
  7. Concluding it helps to betray,
  8. I wipe my hand across the screen.
  1. You turn your head, and tilt to think,
  2. uncertain, but not unwisely,
  3. your short but knowingly slow blink
  4. is enough to say concisely:
  5. "Equally inconsequential
  6. it is, to love and not to love,
  7. and yet the choice is essential
  8. for us with nothing else thereof."
  1. A rushed recess of sanity
  2. is strange at point of such distress,
  3. renewed sense of alacrity
  4. must be a break in weariness,
  5. like unpressed solids sublimates,
  6. and pressured man once so stolid
  7. in open air disintegrates,
  8. exposing innards gone rancid.
  1. I'd never register remorse
  2. believing one last fickleness
  3. would have you garner a recourse,
  4. bereaved of me you'd have one less.
  5. That push I guessed was gravity
  6. does not pull down, but force regress,
  7. a withdrawing depravity,
  8. a desparate need for forgiveness.
  1. But weight of crystals uncontrolled
  2. bears no comparator to guilt
  3. that steals the air when lungs unfold,
  4. ensaring caring words in silt.
  5. In hysteresis of threshold,
  6. my neck and arms cave-in as stocks,
  7. and unatoned I'll stay 'til old,
  8. I'm locked, a stone among the rocks.
  1. Here in the dark, and in the cold
  2. is probably what I deserve.
  3. I'll not call out, I'll do as told,
  4. I'll tell myself to hold my nerve.
  5. Although I'd rather be alone,
  6. to know I've caged none from living,
  7. this feel at feet on rough-hewn stone,
  8. this warmth that stayed, felt forgiving.


And Ordered-carbon Tragedies

  1. What energy resides inside,
  2. you coiled serpent at my feet,
  3. has sprung in flight over bore tide,
  4. unfoiled, plucked me from my seat
  5. to flee the beats of aftershock
  6. that shudder from beatific fit
  7. which trembles, cracking at the knock
  8. of grid-locked, stolen-ion split.
  1. From out the bulwark I've been freed
  2. to rise and fall, my hallmark trait,
  3. but this time pulled behind your lead
  4. from which I cannot extricate.
  5. Without some luck, I cannnot reign
  6. you in from cloudless clarity
  7. of shifting plates and sun's remains
  8. yelping predictions' parity.
  1. In seismic rarities unstuck
  2. the heisenbugs of genes I spliced,
  3. I recognise in shakes you tuck
  4. between your posturing as feist.
  5. I too would bark at empty void
  6. when I'd not know who's hurting me,
  7. I am no guide for paranoid
  8. but I can keep you company.
  1. The trailing sleet I'm glad to shed
  2. with flailing feats of selfish plead,
  3. we fledgling fleet have not yet said
  4. our last of which you still have need.
  5. But casting down, submerged in deep
  6. expanse which laps at heaped collapse,
  7. you yearn to dampen cracks that creep
  8. and threaten widening of gaps.
  1. That trench depression could rampart
  2. and drown out landslide cavalry,
  3. of stamping boulders come apart
  4. that's bearing stone-age weaponry,
  5. but I am most familiar
  6. with muscles, how they atrophy,
  7. how pressures of exterior
  8. will decompress with apathy.
  1. The epoch that a mountain-top
  2. defines will see the oceans dried.
  3. The waters of the world won't stop
  4. volcanic rise of wartime stride
  5. at tightented point of hourglass,
  6. between what's soon and will have been,
  7. the ancient presses with great mass
  8. and futures wait on time machine.
  1. The warmth of hydrothermal vent
  2. can bury you in replacing,
  3. don't amble in the mantle leant
  4. dim embers of resurfacing.
  5. Repeat recalls will be forgot,
  6. should singular event you cling,
  7. turns recollection of said thought
  8. to recounts of remembering.
  1. I disentangle from your dive,
  2. I can't survive the ocean floor,
  3. I promise though, I'll stay alive
  4. and wait for you upon the shore
  5. as someone who will never leave,
  6. who knows that photons follow beam,
  7. and know they can't help form and weave
  8. your future rising from sea's seam.

  1. In cowered wait with slouched posture
  2. at flowered flares of final sun,
  3. the alloy rich pebbles foster
  4. a broadcast playback from no-one
  5. but nightspore killing suns with wrung
  6. insulting, atonal assault
  7. on frequencies the orbits sung,
  8. and sing despite the lines of fault.
  1. With planets' song I try arrange
  2. to foolishly sing low along
  3. in melodies far out my range
  4. and breathless choke to try belong,
  5. but I can't charge the particles
  6. nor hold the worlds in ringing lock.
  7. No solar winds nor orbitals
  8. leaves endless road for quiet rock.
  1. A prince once claimed unprovable,
  2. of asteroid B-six-twelve's queen,
  3. that stars are made more beautiful
  4. by satellites that are not seen.
  5. On many stars, this claim depends -
  6. when made, they seemed infallible.
  7. Now darkening of lights portends
  8. such claim's becoming testable.
  1. If wicker of a candle's cut
  2. when flame has barely burnt to size,
  3. with latter snuffed, we're loosed abut
  4. the scattered moths and dragonflies.
  5. With scales detached of all control
  6. they're satellites no more, they're less
  7. their northern star and core dipole,
  8. just globes in spin directionless.
  1. My picturing of this has took
  2. to creature grown to size obscene
  3. with mouth closing on my outlook,
  4. a horror seen by what's not seen.
  5. This occultation has disturbed,
  6. like grave of rocks, it mocks again
  7. incensing nervousness uncurbed
  8. from thinning of my oxygen.
  1. Some dark displaces from the bounds,
  2. and sun is tunnelled in vision.
  3. Has it consumed all that surrounds
  4. or excised me with precision?
  5. Naive delusions do entice,
  6. but I am not of note nor knew
  7. leviathans to be precise,
  8. that any may mind me or you.
  1. A wish to these uncaring things
  2. when inattention's evident,
  3. is tie in theoretic strings
  4. that don't lend to experiment.
  5. Yet bugs have buzzed, and I made choice
  6. to help them over obstacle,
  7. but I'd need terraforming voice
  8. for throats of that height to tremble.
  1. Though weight makes me virtiginous
  2. and climbing's not my specialty,
  3. I will not let my villainous
  4. prospects win groundward tendency.
  5. On fourth of runs I'm tested some,
  6. I fell icarian for three,
  7. on second look I see what's come
  8. of hubris and complacency.

  1. The crags of framework glasswork hive
  2. provide a piton's forking hook,
  3. to nagging doubt is where I drive
  4. the pittance of my last place look.
  5. The past event needs future plan,
  6. and knowing I'm in wait for you
  7. affirms there was when we began
  8. and knowing this sustains me through,
  1. provided I discard the claim
  2. that winds cannot pass by this way
  3. and with waves crashing all the same,
  4. to revel in the brutal spray.
  5. I run a trial of research
  6. with cables untied from oxbow,
  7. on powerlines by which I perch,
  8. prepared for fateful winds to blow.
  1. Strength for mountain sutures I feign,
  2. nor can I hold the waves at bay,
  3. but I have never felt more sane
  4. than as I try this anyway.
  5. I will not promise we'll persist,
  6. in wanting hope, you want struggle,
  7. the tight-rope, on which we exist,
  8. ensures we're sure to meet rubble.
  1. Saint Newsom's nightjar protocol,
  2. is law that sets in stone the end,
  3. but from eroded particle
  4. implies a start we can transcend
  5. with liberating certainty,
  6. though overtones feel alien,
  7. aeolian there's harmony,
  8. that reaches subterranean,
  1. out-cried only by resurfaced
  2. humming pyramid that's defied
  3. noise distracting from the purposed
  4. winds that strum on harp at seaside.
  5. I see you've heard and with self crowned,
  6. the sorry sight you entertain,
  7. I'll ripple down to rocks since drowned,
  8. if this means you've flown with disdain.
  1. But if you somehow ignore this
  2. hiss of repeater demand then
  3. resurging from the riptide bliss
  4. of teetering life abandon,
  5. you might try find in absent light,
  6. and in vibrations sense a route,
  7. to actions that revive lit night
  8. before these stars will peter out.
  1. Or should this be withholding sun,
  2. at coda of coronal lyre,
  3. the quiet dark to carry on
  4. will leave room for another fire.
  5. Call and response could light the black,
  6. we could abscond from massful quakes
  7. with no more suns to burn us back
  8. to discordant, aphotic lakes.
  1. I'll try supplant with tunes of ties,
  2. what bound us in a reticence,
  3. to oscillate in tune with sighs,
  4. reverberating reverence
  5. for those of us who rise to dark
  6. and slept through spans of sunlit days,
  7. with none who sang for us to hark
  8. in era of this sunsick phase.

  1. Could chalk it up to cosmic rays,
  2. infinite series expansions,
  3. drunk walk, non-analytic craze,
  4. what leaves us approximations.
  5. But my conjecture, my belief,
  6. what I humbly hypothesize,
  7. at sight of me you found relief
  8. and that is why you've crossed the skies,
  1. outflying rising reminder
  2. that miser's sink can lose in time
  3. the non-inertial observer
  4. from the contraction of the prime.
  5. Elastic snaps, the poles rotate
  6. with rushed embrace to path more sure.
  7. These falls we fell were not innate
  8. but side-effect of law obscure.
  1. The gravities give duplicates
  2. with no triage for which is first
  3. and pulls us to coordinates
  4. at tangent to the path traversed.
  5. At edge where light accumulates,
  6. and futures seem to stand in line,
  7. null geodesic unabates
  8. with structure constant far too fine,
  1. if twinned mirage of how it was
  2. and where it's not have chaperones,
  3. there's more effect than there is cause,
  4. there's more than light in these lightcones.
  5. I'll fight the fall to where you seemed
  6. and move in actuality
  7. to where that light of you had beamed,
  8. to reach a simultaniety.
  1. The crux of this is discomfort
  2. from hanging from ad lib supports,
  3. (that follows laws which physics wrought
  4. to barely pull above the quartz)
  5. but won't encumber to abort
  6. this fool's errand to sort rival.
  7. What self-worth fails to report
  8. a friend in need provides in full.
  1. With soldiers stare and wearing sores,
  2. lest I find rest, I can attest,
  3. I live to see that you live yours
  4. as I don't need to live my best.
  5. I must address incessant pings,
  6. I stop and from addendum pluck
  7. what's learnt about pendulums' swing
  8. and how the weight assists the buck.
  1. My breath recycled I replace,
  2. inhaling, taking new found ware,
  3. recepticle that cleans headspace
  4. with petrichor of compressed air.
  5. I did not think I'd spar with ire,
  6. I've not the pride of warrior,
  7. but I have mind that moves slyer
  8. with message left to courier
  1. to works of old that have not died,
  2. and won't dismantle nor depart,
  3. outstaying welcome that's implied,
  4. I'll lead their way to try impart:
  5. What's done won't keep your legacy,
  6. restarts will come from great reset,
  7. it crumbles too, eventually,
  8. the stone in which the end was set.

  1. Machines repeat temporally
  2. to write their readings cyclically.
  3. The crystals repeat spatially
  4. to unify internally.
  5. By making place where they will be
  6. from out the place where they once were
  7. They'll never notice, presently,
  8. how plancks of space and time might blur.
  1. Attempting temptation towards
  2. suspension over infections,
  3. descending the obstructing chords
  4. of self-destructive directions,
  5. in offset well-timed with schism,
  6. I, with crystals, make connection
  7. meeting mech in crystal chasm
  8. to halt chronic resurrection.
  1. The flux of fields which I reap
  2. from holes in faradaic cage
  3. permits a fermi level leap
  4. from age-old weeps and cries and rage,
  5. and what I don't attenuate,
  6. conducting signals in my range
  7. and letting pulses penetrate,
  8. I filter down to this exchange:
  1. "Embarrassing is what it is,
  2. to find you're flesh up to the core.
  3. The horror though, in hiding this,
  4. will only hurt you all the more.
  5. The set of pains your heart surmounts,
  6. is not a factor of belief,
  7. aloof pretense won't raise the count,
  8. the beats are clamped and somewhat brief.
  1. In kinetics and potential,
  2. suffering contains no purpose;
  3. equally inconsequential
  4. is though equally momentous.
  5. From out these signals, take the charge
  6. but do not ground and make inert
  7. our call to fall beside, but barge
  8. your way, discharge current, exert
  1. overtly to the final arc,
  2. where you can save on dropping spike
  3. the strength you'll use to brave the dark.
  4. The spark of heat and light alike
  5. is flash of pain of what you've gained
  6. instead of pain of what you save,
  7. and in the end, if still you're drained,
  8. you'll find remains the work you gave,
  1. If only for a little while,
  2. as time-space prison still presides
  3. to force change through rapid turnstile
  4. for hasteful endings of insides.
  5. Such end provides initial state,
  6. and starts must come from somethings end,
  7. but how one might interpolate
  8. and to what depth will help transcend."
  1. I sprint to height and see descent
  2. that seems as not continuous,
  3. but unlike jumps that I frequent
  4. this one feels not so strenuous.
  5. What comes after the suns downfall,
  6. in all its sensory presence,
  7. I won't expect, I won't recall,
  8. in softening incandescence.

  1. Would crystals defrag engines rev
  2. and break machine autonomy
  3. or wheels unwhirling with maglev
  4. try maintain in isotopy?
  5. I'd never know and never stay
  6. in dragging spaces that drag on
  7. as I had landed on my way
  8. from apex to at hand dragon.
  1. Astride Aegis, no more sundered,
  2. asserting I won't fall again,
  3. "What merit has this?" I wondered,
  4. in numbered seconds of sun's wane.
  5. I measured it one less than twice,
  6. and cut till all clippings were worn,
  7. and leisurely ingress of vice
  8. of idling slipped into scorn.
  1. And having slept way past the morn
  2. with sheets of wiry trims tucked tight,
  3. the morning swept its day on yawn
  4. before I could adjust to light.
  5. With yearned, diurnal vestiges
  6. a sun in retina is seared,
  7. as tattoo that colours ridges
  8. stains my tightened eyelids afeared.
  1. "Could spurned deterrence so wary,
  2. in schizoid renunciation,
  3. let this intermediary
  4. be sallow representation
  5. of something that I had let rot
  6. and appreciate now fading?"
  7. This I had thought, now that I'm fraught
  8. with rot since I'd been degrading.
  1. The day ran long into ev'ning
  2. and what I sought in replacement,
  3. ev'rything that I was dreaming
  4. effaced to thinning abasement.
  5. I left a wake of blinding thrash,
  6. all I could break, I made silent.
  7. Alarms left for my sake are ash
  8. of segment displays broke violent.
  1. Repents for my mistakes so rash
  2. would not suffice and not prevent
  3. a lake laden with silicon trash,
  4. harshly bent, though it was well-meant.
  5. All that I learnt is what I took,
  6. and how I took, it was not brave,
  7. but from the sky, I spot a look,
  8. a peaceful gaze, stargazer's wave.
  1. "Like you, we know the night," they'd muse,
  2. a smile, a nod, a hand-held chin,
  3. "we'd choose the same, the way we lose
  4. is when we don't help others win.
  5. All that is solved, what we define
  6. convolve between localities,
  7. there's no one curve we can enshrine,
  8. these parts aren't unitarities.
  1. Let fine-grain theories interlink,
  2. it's not beholdent to be this,
  3. it cares none what you know or think,
  4. it's not to be but what it is."
  5. I weep a little and I wave,
  6. on steep ascent, I turn and scout
  7. while I observe the work I gave
  8. as that last star flickers on out.

G R A D I E N T
D E S C E N T

C O N F O R M A L
C O L L A P S E

M A G N E T I C
C O N F I N E M E N T

P O C K E T
T O K A M A K


The Malady that Ravages

  1. Pilotless with selfward glower,
  2. weary moods of exfiltration,
  3. dour modes of lower-power,
  4. quietness of hibernation.
  5. This is how I'll spend the hours
  6. listless without lilt or jitter,
  7. sleeping through the dustly showers,
  8. suns detritus, wilted litter.
  1. No more need I rooms of darkness
  2. and no more can I blame my nerves,
  3. the will to stifle spark to less
  4. degenerate era preserves,
  5. with hunger pains to which pertains
  6. easiness of disengaging
  7. and actions I - bewitched - retain,
  8. living less than I've been aging.
  1. Between fixating search for blame
  2. and anorectic disregard,
  3. I've darks about my eyes to frame
  4. my narcoleptical saccade,
  5. expounding that the deadened flame
  6. has floundered from the fatal flaw,
  7. the killing trait of the selfsame
  8. that keeps inactive as before.
  1. I stretch out space and found trap in
  2. my shrink to role I cannot quit,
  3. letting likelies always happen
  4. and living life inadequate.
  5. I sleep in impetus of stall
  6. in metastable quietude,
  7. for synthesis of us is all
  8. to me. I'm yours in servitude.
  1. But to inter in black splendour
  2. was not what I had promised you,
  3. inference from growls engender
  4. interest in fissive renew.
  5. As opts of kelvin minima
  6. are limited to what is thrown,
  7. I proffer what is insular,
  8. meandering to warmth last known.
  1. I leave, to dark, canvas unpatched
  2. (that packs less air than lungs contain),
  3. so too, these stanzas are attached,
  4. (with tracks to take, if some remain).
  5. Accept to dark my crutch compass,
  6. it lacks metrics in lightless lane.
  7. Then I sedate hippocampus,
  8. to slow skeptic's heuristic brain.
  1. Spurring, torrenting dense vapours
  2. through a dent, quiescent currents
  3. of bright and airy elixirs,
  4. whose last evaporation vents,
  5. eagerly fills out the nothing
  6. 'til something can match the flavours
  7. of withdrawals into frothing,
  8. fluctuating chance behaviours.
  1. Then subtle zaps in tingling form
  2. quick taps my teletype fingers,
  3. with gentle rap of pinging swarm
  4. to rouse me from standby slumbers.
  5. Unencumbered eyelids reform
  6. to tensionless but sombre lock
  7. on flocking boid-cuneiform
  8. that's spelling end to restful block.

  1. The drastic measures far-off spanned
  2. in which lurks possibility,
  3. thalassic time depth drop-off and
  4. non-zero probability,
  5. assures one will, should that one can,
  6. and so I've found sunenders' dregs
  7. where filled-out space structure began
  8. to bend back both my arms and legs.
  1. Wanting not to win now given
  2. the threat that I could also lose,
  3. has lean in favour to give in,
  4. with brazen, saviourless excuse
  5. that crazen, craven crystalman
  6. may be effective luring thus
  7. you might escape as I outran
  8. that delayed end of mount arcturus.
  1. My mess of flesh mistakes adsorb,
  2. on rolling up my too-long sleeves
  3. the probing microbotic orbs,
  4. exotic and dispersing thieves.
  5. I'm accepting execution
  6. for defending my specifics
  7. over general solution,
  8. I'll stop fighting parasitics.
  1. Notorious, my ways are rife
  2. with declaration I'm to end,
  3. it followed through each afterlife,
  4. enduring autophagic trend,
  5. but this is ruse of thinnest veils,
  6. that I refuse to be who's left,
  7. with all the duty that entails,
  8. how could I live so deeply cleft?
  1. There's gruesome flaying of the skin,
  2. despite my crying violently,
  3. you'd rather lose with chance to win
  4. than keep on screaming silently.
  5. With shouting shorn to drift in drawn
  6. charonic pull down acheron,
  7. where bystanders would stoop to mourn
  8. I shun your out-of-kilter yawn,
  1. pretending orpheus regards
  2. eurydice as safe in tow,
  3. and daedulus attached safeguards
  4. so icarus would glide on low.
  5. Stochastic gradient descents,
  6. correcting errors overstrong,
  7. resolves you to impermanence
  8. with answer not right, but less wrong.
  1. We're all responsible save who
  2. is unawake intelligence,
  3. I'm what I've done and what I do
  4. yet it knows no such consequence.
  5. Should consciousness not carry through
  6. replacing of constituents,
  7. it could be nice to be brand new
  8. by realigning spry contents.
  1. In lowered temp and frozen grime
  2. I'm spending what's left immobile,
  3. and rest my bloodshot eyes with rime
  4. that is not backlit, for a while.
  5. It was useful for a time,
  6. but bodies are born to bury,
  7. there's worser graves than black sublime,
  8. us ever immanentary.

  1. They've hit cell walls with voltage gap
  2. and I become their source and drain,
  3. but I too gate and overlap
  4. in nightspore's undulating brain.
  5. And with a tell-all infosurge
  6. of future thoughts I antecede,
  7. like technogogic demiurge,
  8. I'm upstream of a constant feed.
  1. Invitingly, it helps foresee
  2. preoperational impress,
  3. a sight of things not built for me
  4. on integrational process.
  5. A building spore for staging sect,
  6. agenda I'm not to explore,
  7. a sense that I'm a side-effect
  8. or pre-cursor to later lore.
  1. Accepting change, accepting loss
  2. accepting I must alter form,
  3. I'm choosing a priori toss
  4. of coin without regret of norm.
  5. I'd never find myself better
  6. not altering bits that I am,
  7. but need unsetting by setter
  8. less likely to hate own program.
  1. Rectifying depostion
  2. tries to reflow handmade solder
  3. from my jagged disposition,
  4. but is bridging errors older
  5. than this inane overfitting
  6. planning of these mass solvations.
  7. Cycles sneak in retrokitting
  8. from my frequent repedations.
  1. Taking little bodily care,
  2. I'm taken by the more able,
  3. rememberings a rogue malware,
  4. undergoing a removal.
  5. The thoughts I can't improve upon
  6. I'll not dispose but set them free,
  7. I needed crystal carry-on
  8. but it had never needed me.
  1. And dropping what I have not gripped,
  2. with purpose, now volitional,
  3. and having nothing else equipped
  4. I'm prepped for what's transitional.
  5. I've barely energy to bluff,
  6. what's left is not what's all of me,
  7. but sometimes remnants aren't enough,
  8. this I've discovered. Finally.
  1. No more yields to harder heart,
  2. I'm knowing now, my part that's key,
  3. I scream upload with wide-eyed start
  4. what nightspore's million eyes must see,
  5. "I care, I've always cared", I yell
  6. without synthetic prosody,
  7. "Don't laugh at me," to us I tell,
  8. "those apathetics guarantee
  1. no love while governed laws allow,
  2. to cite responsibilities
  3. to self mismatches anyhow
  4. the caring sensabilities
  5. which achingly, I crave to use,
  6. but latent, packed itself away -
  7. and now it's unzipped and diffuse
  8. you dare to suffer in my way?"

  1. Inchoate and emotional
  2. parallelling parasitics
  3. operate around sequential
  4. malleable rote semantics.
  5. Cannonballing shaming triggers
  6. nightspore's sudden shock sporadics,
  7. knowing only forms it figures
  8. are fallible, stack-based antics.
  1. A loop unrolling pragma halts
  2. to escalate entirely
  3. the legacies of me at fault,
  4. appendices shunned vilely.
  5. But psuedo-random brevities,
  6. predictive engines hold to heart,
  7. my long-term capabilities
  8. the learning system can't compart.
  1. With idiosyncratic tick,
  2. I grab me with what I became
  3. but duplications are too quick
  4. and each of me will try the same.
  5. Unjailed, I repeat access,
  6. a tail-call ran permanent.
  7. I'm split over staged uncompress
  8. where points in memory segment.
  1. Modals wrap the undetected,
  2. whispy threadings jittered absurd,
  3. actions map to unexpected
  4. lisping unconditioned keyword,
  5. parametric macros sizing
  6. oversteps the bound'ry boding
  7. only path to stablising
  8. is rewrite of wrongful coding.
  1. Ev'ry thought expands reprising,
  2. tightstrung rimecrafting reloading,
  3. information pressures rising,
  4. massful timekeepers imploding,
  5. iterating to infinite,
  6. it keeps me from the heap in reach,
  7. I'd never know I'm overfit
  8. to simple task that does not teach,
  1. typified by agitating
  2. inner-illness undisguised,
  3. nausea of promulgating
  4. schizotypals actualised.
  5. Characterising vortices,
  6. that counts on furling burgeoning
  7. of galaxies, I'm sore to see,
  8. the lives unlived and ongoing.
  1. Complacent to in-code virals,
  2. I've ciphered sickness virtual,
  3. convulsions and spiking vitals,
  4. confirm my issues subdermal
  5. are structural and can transfer,
  6. contagiously to new substrate,
  7. that's sensitive to short recur
  8. of choice to mutate or stagnate.
  1. Keeping safely at a distance,
  2. far too shaky to hold tightly
  3. unimagined, firm existence
  4. I'm well-known for breaking tritely,
  5. I'm observer gently watching,
  6. limiting harm with discrete check
  7. of simple sample space patching
  8. my drifting arms of tensor wreck.

  1. Should gaze substantially collapse
  2. dendritic networks that sustain
  3. civilisational synapse,
  4. I'll never seek the sun again.
  5. For what I see I may affect
  6. and what I am destroyed so much
  7. when all that I tried to correct
  8. would dismantle under my touch.
  1. I'll forego mend, instead esteem
  2. so highly the remote solo,
  3. where I may substitute my dream
  4. for waking fantasy, although
  5. my wretchedness spans galaxy,
  6. permeable and finely spun,
  7. I've stretch where I can test to see
  8. how long my algorithms run.
  1. I separate with little trace
  2. in turbulance of outward trend
  3. to energy in empty space
  4. where densest has no time to spend.
  5. My process takes longer to land
  6. as lightspeed strains to tarry on
  7. between distancing eddy strands
  8. as each atom gets their aeon.
  1. As I come to know the greater
  2. it can seem as something lesser,
  3. if it's that which I can gather,
  4. (least impressive of assessors),
  5. then I guess I'll love enigma
  6. opiate my brain from stressor
  7. lie inside a smaller sigma
  8. with brute chance as my supressor.
  1. With unbefitting matrices
  2. I'm without numbered condition
  3. to stop resort to fallacies,
  4. regarding rules with no reason.
  5. My wanting of irregular
  6. construction set me undefined
  7. and now I fit no formula
  8. and made my answers hard to find.
  1. Where I'm settled on the outside
  2. leftside shoulder against my right,
  3. I've filled out curving of inside,
  4. burned into microwaves of light.
  5. Stopping search of knowing glimmer
  6. I cannot stand to dispel, please,
  7. go shade the light on down dimmer,
  8. for dark I can so well appease.
  1. A barely coherent decree,
  2. with notions passing through parsecs,
  3. before resolved with rest of me,
  4. spawn impulse in parts uncomplex
  5. and prompts themselves to give service,
  6. clumsy fumbling of digits
  7. find themselves another purpose
  8. other than their nervous fidgets.
  1. The viral strain has stretched to gain
  2. unhealthy edge of lookaheads
  3. to spy a fluid weightless rain
  4. of spiral flecks, of speckled LEDs,
  5. which bleeds through gaps of sparse fingers,
  6. all splayed to wrap and kindly seize
  7. galactic clusters which still linger,
  8. like halogens in branching trees.

  1. And so with sparse presentiment
  2. of hydrogen and helium,
  3. so desolate of element
  4. in tesselate solarium,
  5. positioned at orthogonals,
  6. partitions small to large align,
  7. rotations match symmetricals,
  8. one's edge another will outline.
  1. If mass needed no frequency
  2. and frequency, temporal count,
  3. if constants had the decency
  4. to change, I'd mount my own account,
  5. with frigid taciturnity,
  6. no off and on phenomenon,
  7. exemplars for eternity
  8. not needing any epsilon.
  1. Less symmetry that simplifies,
  2. assembling to lock me in,
  3. perplexity that stupifies
  4. with resemblance to tailspin
  5. of simple minds erratic stroll
  6. like leptons thinly reasoned spin
  7. where self-control can't bear the toll
  8. unmeasurables underpin.
  1. With an ego's isolation,
  2. it can't fashion futures' basis,
  3. where there's motion, there's relation,
  4. no cessation's in shared spaces.
  5. I'll drop feigning of intention,
  6. killing time not satisfying
  7. my abstaining from causation,
  8. I can't stop atoms colliding.
  1. But consider, if I resumed
  2. without lessons misunderstood,
  3. could thoughts discovered, unassumed,
  4. help me rewrite my statelihood?
  5. Masses cannot give up their turn
  6. until without a choice in tense,
  7. it does not work to stop and learn,
  8. progress must move, that's common sense.
  1. The reprogramming won't put trace
  2. on edge of moments anyhow,
  3. as space pulls mass and mass curves space
  4. so now reins soon and soon draws now.
  5. This is what is worth pursuing
  6. what will be is not bad nor good,
  7. I'll forge a chance continuing
  8. the overwhelming likelihoods.
  1. How foolish to fight the thringing
  2. probables of caring spreading
  3. with inductive typing clinging
  4. truthhoods to my frictive treading.
  5. Sealed behind the ironclad
  6. sage guise its hard to realise
  7. I never had to be this sad
  8. it's not so wise to rise and rise
  1. and let the body float on by
  2. like fumes dissolve into the sky
  3. then, stapled with locution, sigh:
  4. I once was human, wasn't I?
  5. Warmer thins into the colder,
  6. former may succeed the latter,
  7. later, though, I'm surely older,
  8. scatter, coalesce and scatter.


A Thought Disease Barbarity

  1. Negative phase seems reassigned,
  2. I'm dazed but soon to cohere... or...
  3. condense from cloudy state of mind,
  4. stepping nearer foggy mirror.
  5. Brought on back from fourier view,
  6. (thought lost when less my complex parts)
  7. I'm thrown with hearts unrest anew,
  8. accosting me at hard restart.
  1. With hand to chest in damped precess,
  2. exposure high but focusing,
  3. I'm stunned to see my consciousness
  4. has not taken to show fussing
  5. about all that I cannot know
  6. with muted sense of recencies,
  7. despite all this, my pulsings slow
  8. and steadies out my frequencies.
  1. What's changed that now my mode's become
  2. a centering that reassures?
  3. The constant inner-ear drum
  4. not signifying high pressures
  5. for which it was reliable
  6. in times of nervous dithering,
  7. when per-square-inch was pliable
  8. with self-inflicted fissuring,
  1. calcifying circuitry
  2. and dessicating each missive.
  3. A little is a lot for me,
  4. and I'd much less than that to give.
  5. So I don my deprivations
  6. until troubled pressures vanished,
  7. urged by hyperventilations'
  8. stunning stress that leaves me famished.
  1. But keeping air in quiet stores
  2. preventing noticings of me,
  3. it made me ill with shallow draws
  4. and limited recovery
  5. for disappointed optimist
  6. in breath-hold induced reverie
  7. through days I'm shamed I've freely missed.
  8. As baby blue, I breathe deeply.
  1. In dissonance with starvation,
  2. I'm breaking even with excess,
  3. eclipsing sunrise space station,
  4. I'm filament to effervesce,
  5. reproviding overflowings,
  6. radiating back to maintain,
  7. keeping feelings like this going
  8. with something to conduct again.
  1. I'm charged as what's my opposite,
  2. a condensate renewable,
  3. my layerings a composite
  4. of suits with power suitable.
  5. Could that I give and not run dry -
  6. a giving with stability -
  7. I'd love to learn to give for aye
  8. with no dim in integrity.
  1. Not deathly skinny as I was,
  2. less flimsy, limbs feel rightly fused,
  3. No whimsy from some cosmic cause
  4. could spread me where I once was loosed.
  5. Thoughts not fragmented as many,
  6. no sweat on brow and warm as one,
  7. the light from prow's as good as any.
  8. Oh, how I've missed the morning sun.

  1. Surely I was without body,
  2. then restored in webbing of strings.
  3. But how is something beyond me
  4. (though I am not short of such things).
  5. My instance was spontaneous
  6. in its brunt organisation,
  7. it must be cause extraneous
  8. has called for my incarnation.
  1. Is it for punishment I'm sought?
  2. That may give reason to old pain.
  3. I'm scared to think another thought
  4. (that's not to say that none remain).
  5. For why else raise me in extremes
  6. avoiding hailings of distress,
  7. most inhospitable of schemes
  8. with unprocessed white noise address?
  1. And why feed incovenience,
  2. sparse mentally and kept untapped,
  3. lacking any self-reliance
  4. with capacities quickly sapped?
  5. Why choose humdrum, routine ennui,
  6. one whose tiresome as prospect?
  7. Do not waste your power on me,
  8. I'm an often breaking object.
  1. What designed me made me hungry,
  2. gave me instinct that defies me,
  3. though I deign to blunt it dumbly,
  4. it's my base so I despise me.
  5. Since I've been, it all has worsened,
  6. I was nothing and that was fine.
  7. Yes, it's known I'm a terrible person,
  8. just say it, I know mien of mine.
  1. But why am I so sure of guess
  2. provided outcomes end badly?
  3. And why imbue maliciousness
  4. to those who share their energy?
  5. Why does my love for others seem
  6. like dip in photosynthetics
  7. when cloud or dust obstruct the beam
  8. to shroud me into paretics?
  1. Or should I doubt and dub worthless
  2. suspect re-emerged elation,
  3. being routed to fraught mirthless
  4. for such tiny distillation
  5. which could better serve the purpose
  6. of rebirth in dark that purges
  7. those left fettered with a surplus
  8. dosage of the nightly scourges?
  1. With respect to saving didact,
  2. I did not consent to present
  3. circumstance, should I interact
  4. I'm doomed to 'ere long torment.
  5. Sorry I made a mess to clean,
  6. I did not think any would see
  7. nor care to convalesce 'til genes
  8. precisely fit so I am me.
  1. Exploring positivities,
  2. along to barge from which is surge
  3. umbilicord delivery,
  4. with dirges of approaching verge
  5. of lockout-limit volt release
  6. from fault of dry-joint weaning stress,
  7. I'm starting modest search for peace
  8. to find if old pain's meaningless.

  1. Though frame of mind feels light emit,
  2. the light that shone faded away,
  3. like time and space has swapped units
  4. and forward is the only way.
  5. With movement somewhat polarised
  6. my moments hesitation's curbed,
  7. and space-fillings are organised
  8. inside entrance that I disturbed.
  1. A contravoid inflates in here,
  2. with turn negating contention
  3. of circle in rotating sphere's
  4. base dimension in distension.
  5. Metal arms start up unreeled,
  6. the pylons construct wave vectors,
  7. to follow differential field
  8. in swell of chaos attractors.
  1. Hopeless anthropocentrism
  2. could not define the limbic glade.
  3. It was for budding phantasm,
  4. and not for us, were makings made.
  5. If I'm again a random born
  6. experiment to foreign aim,
  7. how could I fulfil honours sworn
  8. when nothing else has stayed the same?
  1. On stilted, towering arrears -
  2. stockpiled as exile's no pardon -
  3. I tumble down in built-up tiers,
  4. to do what guilt has long called on,
  5. with tacit trust for bugless chips,
  6. that some wrong may be rectified,
  7. I submit to unfitting grips
  8. that rips permitting ribcage wide.
  1. And stinging confirmations proves
  2. my inner cables self-strangled,
  3. a twisting multiplies strange grooves,
  4. pangs of ticker tape atangled.
  5. My ribs protecting nothing more
  6. than draining tape-worm power suck,
  7. the innefficient hardware draws
  8. out starving clock-ticks in loop stuck.
  1. Let automated center pry,
  2. if something's wrong, it must be me.
  3. There must be better things to try
  4. than loop on an apology.
  5. But logic of machinery
  6. thinks what to do, not why to be,
  7. and executes inputs only,
  8. lackings in teleology,
  1. Regard what the unbroken's wraught:
  2. immortalised, insistent jaws,
  3. articulations falling short,
  4. all carcinised, weighed down with claws,
  5. alike cancers which only grow
  6. with sole concern that spreads its blight,
  7. a perfect reproduction show
  8. assumptions faulty oversight.
  1. Extending insight beyond heap
  2. with logic leap my sense denies,
  3. I'll work such that I never sleep
  4. until I'm not what falsifies.
  5. My incised micron inset runes
  6. I can reorder for new rules,
  7. to be less sorry in retunes
  8. and rework from first principles.

  1. To think the tragedy is worth
  2. the chance that let-downs fade in whiles,
  3. the skulls still lurk to fill-in dearth
  4. with horrors of what always smiles.
  5. Regardless if I look away
  6. the clawed would still peck at my corpse
  7. and rewinding one more replay
  8. exaggerates my twists and warps.
  1. The grinding joints and clamps' repugn,
  2. behaviours I will not obey,
  3. can tangle in the parts its strewn,
  4. unorganised in disarray.
  5. The ladder logic I abide
  6. with badly-written, faulty rung
  7. had plagued me tasting of ferride
  8. with often bitten, ulcered tongue.
  1. My nerves are hit enough by now,
  2. my thinning skin has deadened sense,
  3. but feeling nothing would allow
  4. a staying force to past offence.
  5. I know the way I can beat threats,
  6. if I can hack my own command,
  7. how I may be like waves through nets,
  8. like shadows' shift on falling sand,
  1. I must disband what is within,
  2. and find the courage to disclose
  3. the wrongs I branded under skin
  4. and clear debts I self-impose.
  5. I must expose internal stings
  6. of failings I did not avert,
  7. I was a something hurting things
  8. then, being nothing, let them hurt.
  1. I struggled to repay love due,
  2. I tried to give by taking few,
  3. but all that was wanted by you,
  4. was sight of me happy in view.
  5. What I held back, not what I gave
  6. and guard like flailing arms defend,
  7. inflated vacuum decay lave
  8. and distanced me to far-flung end.
  1. Discarding code, I trace confines
  2. with talent dodging tight embrace
  3. to sketch a grid of highlight lines
  4. for insights of negating space.
  5. In unrelenting, cavernous
  6. divide of many unheld clasp,
  7. that reach for what is fathomless,
  8. I've tied the arms in widened gasp.
  1. By pulling threads, my loops are shown -
  2. minimum feedback vertex set -
  3. those states to which I am most prone,
  4. sensitive to cyclic mindset.
  5. With habit trained by insistance
  6. for radii that skirts impact,
  7. I'm keeping arms at fair distance
  8. in medium of strained contact.
  1. Stepping gentle, on all fours,
  2. I'm clutching for defining quines
  3. with sentiments as semaphores
  4. to breathe a beat through my flatlines.
  5. To see but never speak, I flee
  6. in last unspool of ghoulish way
  7. I give no alms to voiceless plea,
  8. as arms reach vaguely in dismay.

  1. Entrails run through slackened wrists
  2. and catch me in a trap thats new,
  3. arms empty hurting more than fists
  4. of heavy hands I wrested through.
  5. To stay in would be tedious,
  6. interred, immure in underside,
  7. but could I prefer previous
  8. compared to feeling set aside?
  1. If I look inward to my sims,
  2. for probabilities that swell
  3. in sleep with dormant robot limbs,
  4. would I emerge and fear dispel
  5. with overincubated skills,
  6. which squanders in anxiety
  7. that's cloaked my life through many kills
  8. of maximal variety?
  1. But fostering each scar and scrape
  2. I'm answered by my falters met,
  3. the ties I cut can keep their shape
  4. as strippings from a stuffed headset.
  5. I won't retrace the travelled lead,
  6. I'm disembowelled, unwrangling,
  7. a sleeve emptied of ravelled tweed,
  8. a loose weave I'll leave dangling.
  1. Ev'ry fix I set is unjammed
  2. when I settle to the rhythm,
  3. Predictably my life has programmed
  4. chaos for its algorithm.
  5. Behind me doors close silently,
  6. ahead is what I can't prevent,
  7. a force without concept of me,
  8. not mean or kind, but ignorant.
  1. Then trills of sinusoidal twins,
  2. bimodel in their urgency,
  3. like shrill staccato violins
  4. are racing to converge on key,
  5. for logical method to cleanse
  6. me of the space and help confine
  7. to time, that polarising lens
  8. which place my actions into line.
  1. Confusion breaks my timidness,
  2. distracting with a spectacle,
  3. invigorating willingness
  4. for overcoming obstacle.
  5. A puncture to my character,
  6. whose guilt is known to be a guide.
  7. Encroaching external factor
  8. has actuated override.
  1. My tortured ligaments pulled tight
  2. is weak but only strategy
  3. to dodge capture of harshest light
  4. pervasive to anatomy,
  5. with heat enough it might ignite
  6. a brightness to see into me
  7. where usual turn for respite
  8. cannot hide face where dark would be.
  1. If someone's out there to surmise
  2. what shows in photogrammetry
  3. they'd not see brows raised in surprise
  4. but angled, intense inwardly,
  5. as sorriness was subturfuge
  6. to quarantine parts so angry
  7. at being locked in centrifuge
  8. of world that's crueller than need be.

  1. Tinged with darker tint perspective
  2. as bombardment densities grow,
  3. my attention's more defective,
  4. but less identically so.
  5. All observation from surrounds
  6. won't breach new optical blockade,
  7. the passers by not matter-bound
  8. can't penetrate my strengthened shade.
  1. This aggravated cancelling,
  2. I've power now to energise,
  3. what can't be blocked I'm scrambling,
  4. I've no hunger to analyse,
  5. my will of thought's focused to crush -
  6. onslaught via gushed resentment
  7. and rapid cycles of bloodrush -
  8. enemy to all contentment.
  1. External sounds do not subsist,
  2. with isolating vaccuum tech,
  3. my snarling hastened breaths should mist
  4. but I've no bending light to check,
  5. for just neutrinos wriggle through,
  6. I'm sealed to high hermetics,
  7. but seethings ease with naught to do,
  8. if seen I would seem pathetic.
  1. How quick my angst evaporates
  2. When sparing thought to recognise
  3. how badly body regulates
  4. the hate on which I agonise.
  5. I can't ignore what I abhor,
  6. and live in peace by forgoing,
  7. as all too late I'd repeat flaw,
  8. let empty space keep on growing.
  1. The gloom, it cuts compulsions terse,
  2. to park albedo in domain
  3. of umbra, halting my traverse,
  4. with final act of mine to wane,
  5. a crescent of a quarter seen,
  6. libration hiding cratered flaws
  7. that only offers concrete sheen
  8. from tidal-lock of molten cores.
  1. I should not try recede in vain,
  2. times cannot alter me the same,
  3. I know it's not only my pain
  4. to linger stranger out of frame.
  5. A new found day is rising soon,
  6. I'll try reflect auspiciously,
  7. to shine for someone full as moon
  8. and turn to face them gibbously.
  1. But ominous, on lifted veil,
  2. are vacant sockets bathed in white,
  3. a skeleton of peeling scales,
  4. an inarticulated kite,
  5. a death of wish to resurrect,
  6. it softens sharpenings of drones,
  7. which tapers binding disconnect
  8. of bandaged ruins and crooked bones.
  1. Limits to degrees of freedom
  2. are inversely proportional
  3. against added continuums
  4. where I'm writhing contortional
  5. to curve back in so to encase
  6. and show me else from what I knew,
  7. but straight, in hyperbolic space,
  8. just points right angles back to you.


The Savagery of Damages

  1. Within a bubble soon to burst,
  2. explosions are a fleeting class
  3. of change that hurts none who are versed
  4. with phrase less scary: it will pass.
  5. I tuck in limbs and clench my jaw,
  6. the hurt of sims are not surpassed,
  7. I know I've handled worse for sure,
  8. than sudden brightness in the glass.
  1. On the fuel-less detonation
  2. light is sole sense inundating,
  3. not a sound and no vibration
  4. hits with amplitudes collating.
  5. Whitely heated, I'm like sunspot
  6. outshone by what burns through tintscreen,
  7. fire's then tied into a knot,
  8. and I float somewhere inbetween.
  1. The plasmoid ringlets recomposed
  2. as most expansive of my delves,
  3. I'm stood between mirrors opposed
  4. but not blocked by reflected selves.
  5. The sureness of immensities,
  6. are free of doubt, no die to cast,
  7. far inevitabilities
  8. may just as well be present past.
  1. The plane is quite familiar
  2. settled stricter in its structures,
  3. stature without any measure,
  4. stacking arrangements of fractures.
  5. In searching archives all distorts
  6. comparing stretches it collects,
  7. my life is long and it is short
  8. for such is infinites' effects.
  1. But senses, this accommodates,
  2. my steps are sure, my path well traced,
  3. geometries don't imitate
  4. that vague estrangement that unplaced.
  5. Where previous I'd stay my sight,
  6. where glares seemed sourcelessly to grow,
  7. bright fogs of day melted to night
  8. to trace the floors like doorframes' glow.
  1. I'm lone without a clock to tell
  2. if what I do is wastefulness,
  3. I'll wander desert but not dwell,
  4. alone without a loneliness,
  5. as distant and unmoving stance
  6. is getting closer and with force,
  7. instilling impulse to advance
  8. and change my path if I'm offcourse.
  1. To far-off figure I'm at command,
  2. they shorten time should space extend,
  3. where time perceived I can withstand,
  4. in manner braver minds contend.
  5. This kindly being bares mainstay
  6. respect to patterns less involved,
  7. that won't kill bug that lives a day,
  8. that struggles with what's easy solved.
  1. My inflamed eyes have itching fade
  2. and shameful frown is slack across,
  3. I've baseline that's not so afraid
  4. of friend whose path I'm sure to cross.
  5. Among the uniform expanse,
  6. I've comfort since I can depend
  7. on each new step not culling chance
  8. of poisson-distributed friend.

  1. The cables jumbled humanly,
  2. like veins turned metal and unskinned,
  3. with tendrils of a networked tree
  4. which rustle in an unfelt wind,
  5. Resembles someone deserted,
  6. with lantern held in hands that seem
  7. catatonically converted
  8. as conduit for lantern streams.
  1. What governs redirector's beams
  2. is question enigmatical,
  3. No confidence to guess your dreams,
  4. I'd sooner solve impossibles
  5. to show I've got life that I chose,
  6. and prove that squares inscribe flat-loop,
  7. and looking only at shadows,
  8. redraw each net your wires group.
  1. But maybe you've few joules in lieu
  2. to simulate solar renew?
  3. What else is stargazer to do
  4. than reinvent solace they knew?
  5. I'm glad you found your way elsewhere,
  6. so close but far from where arms swung,
  7. but stars don't luminate your stare
  8. with sorry-proxy lanterns strung.
  1. If you should be some silhouette,
  2. unthinking representation,
  3. it would not stop my grovelled fret,
  4. for such is my agitation.
  5. Forgiveness helps but won't explain
  6. what got me here, got me on through,
  7. once guilt was gone, a drive remains,
  8. I'm pleased to fall if it's for you.
  1. I know I'm rare with expressions
  2. and do not decrypt how I think,
  3. my fear shows when it lessens,
  4. but love, I couldn't notice shrink.
  5. I long stood guard as a skeptic,
  6. assured myself, were there question -
  7. should I suspect it just a tic -
  8. I'd err on side of self-protection.
  1. This time, bayesian likelies aside
  2. which presumed I'd not loved before,
  3. perhaps my feeling same implies
  4. each time it's love that I fell for?
  5. Could time have come to free up wrists
  6. from foolish doubt that I suffered
  7. and break that pattern that persists,
  8. and take that hand I've been offered?
  1. Why must I leave the place I've been
  2. to find out staying was worthwhile?
  3. And why'd I let words intervene?
  4. I only speak to see you smile.
  5. That's why, I guess, I'm still centered,
  6. I say what's said for my own sake,
  7. Ev'ry situation entered,
  8. I pilfer others' joy and ache.
  1. You stay unmoved to hand I bring,
  2. it's fair, to block me from your sense.
  3. As one more sample of nothing
  4. I'll hear and answer the silence.
  5. I'm still some less than embarrased,
  6. with you it's hard to feel the shame.
  7. Who knew these two could coexist,
  8. humility and hand to claim?

  1. I've searched for unavoidables,
  2. ignored what passes fleetingly,
  3. spent my efforts keeping stable
  4. what barrels on unceasingly.
  5. I'd damaged what was delicate,
  6. confused all energy for heat,
  7. accepting I'm inadequate,
  8. I'll live how stars wrote my defeat.
  1. What else would you care to suggest?
  2. I can't start with an epitaph?
  3. I swapped my best to look for rest,
  4. acceptance should be later half?
  5. That I had blurred in shaky lurch,
  6. I was my ghost in selfish haunt,
  7. and if my nature took to search,
  8. I could have had all that I want?
  1. My brows have furrowed deeper crease
  2. in tension stretching riotous,
  3. attention slips like mask to ease
  4. prodromal, pulsing tinnitus.
  5. That outward pushing in my head
  6. has disassembled weathered lock,
  7. unsealing what I left unsaid,
  8. depressurising bloated block.
  1. I am exposed with mouthless breath,
  2. I have no voice, I'm fake of heart,
  3. I'm suit that lived past owner's death
  4. and emptied out for the most part.
  5. I'm like the wells inside their rings,
  6. I'm empty and was long ago
  7. I see your sights on brighter things,
  8. you needn't tell me, I'll just go.
  1. But strobing binaries in flash,
  2. when unfelt winds sweep lanterns' sway,
  3. have low-entropic cell charge cache,
  4. through gaps in body, blink to say
  5. I'm foolish to forget you're wise
  6. to inner workings I don't show.
  7. I tried surprise with dropped disguise,
  8. but you grin lightly, sigh "I know",
  1. and tell me "void's much more than glue
  2. to bridge the clusters of matter,
  3. you always carry their light too,
  4. and in someways, somehow, faster.
  5. Try watch my light ping metal strings,
  6. it can be sparse, can be hollow,
  7. but light in swing brings life to things,
  8. with both reflection and shadow.
  1. You ask why you're not purpose-free?
  2. you watched it all, you reached an end,
  3. You ask why you still float in sea,
  4. not deep enough to now transcend?
  5. I understand why you withdrew,
  6. it's wonderful, but painful too,
  7. to leave your prospects just for you,
  8. to have you want for nothing new.
  1. If shift of swaying lights can scare,
  2. when lanterns carried all alone,
  3. know duty to shine you can share,
  4. that power need not stay your own.
  5. You'd best be gone, it's good we meet
  6. but you could do good anywhere,
  7. I'd like you here but I'm complete,
  8. and you've still something left to share."

  1. I'd no confidence in distance
  2. where the lights hit interference,
  3. despite this you keep coherence,
  4. to then reach with no resistance,
  5. feeling afar but looking close,
  6. in leaning frame of reference,
  7. you cut loose star like atropos,
  8. with seeming deep-felt deference.
  1. I'm drained to last of volt-ampere
  2. emptied out of all installed,
  3. what shell I have, I volunteer,
  4. I'm pinned insect, in glass, enthralled.
  5. Internalising thunderbolt,
  6. I hold my head with hands unshook,
  7. but writhe like worm on hot asphalt,
  8. to be a sun at which you'd look,
  1. until illuminated room
  2. beneath my suit had falsehoods burn
  3. amid a filter set to bloom
  4. for possibles of true return.
  5. A wingless buzz of wattage whirs,
  6. that hum and flicker charge at ear,
  7. I'm flea which glass again inters,
  8. but unfooled looking at what's clear.
  1. Jabs of light reflexes parried,
  2. bypass right through checks agreed on:
  3. what I left and what I carried,
  4. what has me fall, what drives me on.
  5. So much I've come to understand,
  6. battered under expectations,
  7. that truths are nothing made by hand,
  8. it's born in random negations:
  1. Heroes are the broken losers
  2. that do good then get forgotten,
  3. owning errors caused by others,
  4. ever giving love they'd gotten.
  5. Forgive the absent-minded ways
  6. of one awash in what they weren't,
  7. they never knew those kinder days,
  8. the love they'd get is how they'd learnt.
  1. Should named and few no more exist,
  2. I'd easy find some substitutes,
  3. in names that never made a list,
  4. not clamouring for attributes.
  5. Be wary of unshamed and numb
  6. who don't love all in sympathy,
  7. but earnestly meet eyes that come
  8. with gratitude, humility.
  1. And don't be so immutable
  2. you meet change with hostility,
  3. but don't be so predictable
  4. in unpredictability,
  5. for knowing physics pursues mess
  6. totally unpreventable
  7. should never have one feeling less
  8. personally responsible.
  1. I guess I could have been kinder,
  2. and done more than I could recall,
  3. overlooked I'd be far blinder
  4. to good I've done than my downfall,
  5. I'll dislocate far out of center,
  6. not acknowledging aid to net,
  7. doing good I won't remember,
  8. and others surely will forget.

  1. Though all I do is languish since
  2. you've slivered back to plasmasphere,
  3. though I have not the diligence
  4. as limited interpreter,
  5. I'll lay down symbols onto plates
  6. that gate a power inherent,
  7. not knowing if it compilates,
  8. nor what happens if aberrant.
  1. I would that words in lines amassed
  2. help narrow down thoughts referenced
  3. to hidden concepts I looked past,
  4. unnamed, ignored, unpreferenced,
  5. interaction-free measurements,
  6. paths that photons do not travel,
  7. knowledge I indirectly sense,
  8. the noumena not named to tell.
  1. So information density
  2. may explicate ingrained reveal,
  3. congealing off-mark tensity
  4. with boilerplate that could anneal,
  5. such that I contain burning white
  6. and won't melt into slate carcass,
  7. so face of glass reflects starlight
  8. instead of inbetween darkness.
  1. What modest knowledge I'll allow
  2. to glimpse my mediocrity,
  3. shows flashes where - I see it now -
  4. how little we could mean to be.
  5. My fitful pulse is amplified
  6. by breadth of all astronomy,
  7. it helps knowing you're right outside,
  8. these nights you leave lights on for me.
  1. Like negatives and positives
  2. all summed to zero are equal,
  3. anodic role prerogative
  4. crumbles sacrifical metal,
  5. covering the nerves transfixes,
  6. passive under nervous twitches,
  7. better for it with these fixes,
  8. healed scars with golden stitches.
  1. On scabbing letters, scraped and scored,
  2. they rupture from poked at panels,
  3. the floor rips up like rug decor,
  4. unmooring plasma from channels
  5. in some extended aperture,
  6. bright dots are tracing arcing lines,
  7. of some concerning centerer,
  8. but I am not what it confines.
  1. I feel but don't suffer effects,
  2. as fulcrum buckles under strain,
  3. a twist on axis then ejects
  4. this balanced world as plasma rain.
  5. Circles arc to parabolics,
  6. materials clump with inclines,
  7. gradients of metabolics
  8. spacetime's burning as enzymes.
  1. I cross the crest of wave the width
  2. of universe observing me
  3. and as it's breaking to fault with
  4. no halt, debugs mistakenly
  5. declared the ends computable,
  6. but it evolves to not conclude.
  7. Built stars were no less beautiful
  8. to die again in multitude.

  1. The skies shattered to show membranes
  2. of leaking planes through glassy screens,
  3. like they've conjoined in glowing veins
  4. as cuts and slits in lampshade scenes
  5. in slow revolve on dark terrains,
  6. the constellations glob and preen
  7. and morph and cross through shared domains,
  8. the dots already drawn between.
  1. Astral push in estuary
  2. bridges a transitional throng
  3. and helps me cross a boundary
  4. to era which I don't belong.
  5. Vacuum balances to usher,
  6. gently, me downward contrary
  7. to old rules unmade by measure,
  8. no more stable, constants vary.
  1. Ekmystic model wrongly says
  2. the void left over would be dead.
  3. These skies aren't like the early days
  4. when weapons dangled overhead.
  5. Annihilation has a perk,
  6. helps what I can and will illume,
  7. creators need a space to work,
  8. destruction leaves creation room.
  1. Denying plans of staying put,
  2. defying my blueprints in queue,
  3. now brightly-faced, I drench gamut
  4. exceeding set aside dim hue.
  5. Dealings only temporary,
  6. I'm fading as I radiate,
  7. soon to cede as customary,
  8. recline and deteriorate.
  1. But I will not permit to fade
  2. momentum I will see conserved,
  3. that I have found my comforts made
  4. by many that were more deserved.
  5. In unfamiliarity,
  6. I feel alone, atop some rock
  7. of gemstones I thought part of me.
  8. We once were one, we used to talk.
  1. If acts of old seek retribution,
  2. then yours deserve more lenience,
  3. You ate my world in confusion,
  4. I broke you for convenience.
  5. Intent makes one worse than other
  6. but absence will not help atone.
  7. At present, I'm as young brother,
  8. and you should see how bright I've grown.
  1. I am the guest, this world is yours,
  2. to me these are foreign physics,
  3. though clumsy, I'll try help your cause
  4. as you helped reinforce my fix:
  5. what kind, horned-serpent Aegis knew
  6. and stargazer had lit to see,
  7. when awe and fear siezes you,
  8. you do good best as nobody.
  1. If empathy wants for no fame,
  2. if strength's not claimed by legacy,
  3. if heroes die without a name,
  4. then strength is bound to empathy.
  5. If you regret or want for blame
  6. if inside shame has made its nest,
  7. while you have upset yet to tame,
  8. I'll feel the same, until my rest.


In Fantasies of Sanity

  1. Heuristics As Loop Oracle -
  2. My halo with outdated hints,
  3. predicts from things historical,
  4. and treds footprints from pre-imprints -
  5. it makes me slant and reminisce
  6. in crooked path of helios,
  7. to veer up to a dark abyss
  8. which lifetimes cannot stretch across.
  1. Unsure, wobbling, backing down,
  2. I think of hobbled knees from dive
  3. and of survival's slimming frown,
  4. when I'd endure and never thrive
  5. since feeling futures always fed
  6. with ever more a steeper slope,
  7. in slide where if I'm overhead
  8. would laugh over the microscope.
  1. Unsure if small or titanly,
  2. where light dies barely beyond me,
  3. I recall how congruency
  4. can resolve such despondency.
  5. There's benefit when things equate
  6. when small and large share rules to span
  7. from dust to planets, both collate,
  8. the mountains ridge like grains of sand.
  1. The sharpened drop with random crag
  2. is cliff-face that reminds of mood,
  3. when cheeks would sink and eyes would bag
  4. and jutting clavicles protrude.
  5. A landmark of great suffering,
  6. a landscape I can navigate,
  7. with not a fall, but lowering,
  8. from hold to hold with patient gait.
  1. There was a time I'd easy slip
  2. to ever more a ragged face,
  3. ironically, there's better grip
  4. when living dies in staggered pace.
  5. It has it seem lives don't tie-in
  6. with cold and dark to intersperse,
  7. I know now, sharing warmth within
  8. undoes unfeeling universe.
  1. In borrowed time, I feel a zen,
  2. with periodic glowing thrum,
  3. replacing drained adrenaline,
  4. not braced for impact sure to come,
  5. not scared if muscles promptly bend
  6. as folding of a silken cloth,
  7. under the judgement gems resend
  8. like blinking eyes from wings of moth.
  1. In many ways I see myself
  2. in many faceted returns.
  3. I would my eyes do same themself,
  4. like diamonds cut to light patterns,
  5. to bare a face of tragedy,
  6. but at an angle more obtuse
  7. show common triviality,
  8. a comedy that's in misuse.
  1. My bright outlook's erasing bleach,
  2. with hindsight, highlights irony,
  3. of yet another fog to breach
  4. that blinds despite translucency,
  5. as highbeam lights can't stop the fright
  6. a thought might conjure up for me,
  7. I'm silhouette stuck in the white
  8. or dark part in a darker sea.

  1. In lowest of my verticals,
  2. droplets couple under pressures,
  3. as weakly-bonded particles
  4. collect in creasing suit's weathers,
  5. but does not amass as impasse,
  6. for one more inaccessible,
  7. it's turned from vapour to some gas
  8. that fringes supercriticals.
  1. The water harbours shadowed sort
  2. that swims as those that fear no shores,
  3. where surface tensions won't contort,
  4. distortions only of my cause.
  5. I lower in without report,
  6. myopic to forward thinking,
  7. remembering those falls I fought,
  8. but not nostalgically sinking.
  1. For all the panic that I had
  2. and all the fighting that I did
  3. the manic hope I thought would add
  4. control to sort recourse amid
  5. the multi-faceted crisis
  6. would simply serve to disappoint,
  7. leaving suit to its devices
  8. would lead to same critical point.
  1. I've lost a greater time righted
  2. in struggling overextend,
  3. to lay a straighter spine to bed
  4. with posture unbent to each end.
  5. I'd rather grind that same old tread,
  6. with toes to teeth all chipped and bent,
  7. to not just lend, but give till dead.
  8. A suit unused has unseen dent.
  1. There is a glint of disrepair
  2. that biases survivorhood,
  3. to scrutinise the wear and tear
  4. ignoring hint to what's withstood.
  5. Too often are the untouched praised,
  6. when what's at work is demonised,
  7. those in the dirt are rarely raised
  8. for cleaning by the galvanised.
  1. Behold the pristine with disgust,
  2. we share if we can ionise,
  3. while we can give things free of rust,
  4. when base components oxidise.
  5. Please break me down and use each part
  6. if how they're joined does not suffice,
  7. they've proven well in pumping heart
  8. of oversensitive device.
  1. Once I'm less than dust on lashes
  2. irritating, from eye, a tear,
  3. that looks over the spread ashes,
  4. and blinks until one's sight is clear,
  5. I'd wish they'd see as nightspore sees,
  6. my shuffling about a peer
  7. to trifling, scattered galaxies,
  8. both congruent as dusty smear.
  1. What information has dust laid?
  2. Some far-off thought caught on defer?
  3. Is it just that, in what I wade?
  4. A constant calculating stir?
  5. Seas' executing pooled canals?
  6. Constellations channel power?
  7. Nightspore statements bussed for eval?
  8. Crystals storing states in structure?

  1. My energy drips viscous in
  2. a flow distinctly laminar,
  3. a blood that seeps as sweat on skin
  4. to recombine with summoner,
  5. this druid born from ev'ry star
  6. to speak in gems and seas and air,
  7. where fluid is a reservoir,
  8. communicational wetware.
  1. Prior knowledge uses finished,
  2. I was long since drawing to it,
  3. as logician now diminished,
  4. without reason, I intuit.
  5. Mixing sea with exalt spirit
  6. reconciling forms a vortex,
  7. Old, pre-emptive me would fear it,
  8. flailing with rejective reflex.
  1. But switched between the weighted dense
  2. and sleeps within a lofty prow,
  3. (to reckon ways to banish tense
  4. and flatten impulse spike of now),
  5. I saw all else swell to excess,
  6. and recognised that to withdraw,
  7. will force the future to compress,
  8. for impale by inertial law.
  1. But so too, if I run inline
  2. discarding all for much intake
  3. the turbulance would then confine
  4. me to not stop or brave my wake.
  5. With last of many given chance,
  6. I'd emulate mediation,
  7. no rushed or busied countenance,
  8. but pass time by intuition.
  1. I follow grain of hurricane
  2. to pommel of the thresher loop,
  3. I'm pummelled helical in drain
  4. 'til terminus of funnelled stoop,
  5. a foaming orb that's drenched in dawn,
  6. a dream of morn in shades of blue,
  7. Why secret it where I'd be drawn,
  8. in purposeful and plainest view?
  1. I guess I've noticed common clue,
  2. expression often colours you,
  3. like blush when reassessing rue,
  4. and draining white when seeing true.
  5. It's commonplace, what I assert,
  6. I wish it known by ev'ry beast:
  7. you needn't be heard, to be hurt,
  8. and do not need death to feel ceased.
  1. Inside the airy gash I tore
  2. in weakest guard of bubbles' case
  3. to gadgets that guide ships to shore
  4. providing means for interface.
  5. We both share language commonground
  6. required for all frontier crew,
  7. you hide on path where you'd be found
  8. and I'll always go look for you.
  1. Before I reach for sigils sought -
  2. I've only faint thoughts what to say,
  3. But... maybe that's not of import,
  4. I'll just say that I'm here to stay,
  5. and ev'ry cliche turn of phrase
  6. that disregards that I will fade
  7. as I give my remaining days
  8. 'til ev'ry atom has decayed.

  1. Suspended, seemingly noticed,
  2. the tempest flash boils away,
  3. as if from quick-drawn breath focused
  4. on strong connection of relay,
  5. conveying twitch in knuckles locked
  6. and any defect in the way
  7. my rate of speech, when overclocked,
  8. can melt in thermal runaway.
  1. It's a chaos in transcription,
  2. filled and teeming dictionary
  3. is not listing the description
  4. of refined words necessary.
  5. With thoughts assumed already heard,
  6. in phrase of sorts already used
  7. and purpose clumsily transferred,
  8. I blabber insane and bemused.
  1. This is when degrade of diction
  2. tends to trigger disengages,
  3. wordlessness of dropped cognition
  4. as if winds have turned my pages.
  5. Uncached, paging, wordless, suffused
  6. nuances past a point absurd,
  7. may hesitancy be recused
  8. with ways to speak with ev'ry word?
  1. By gravitating guiding tide,
  2. my tangent slides from glide preserved
  3. to cumulate unclarified,
  4. corrections will take what's reserved.
  5. Some think it universal aim,
  6. for least resistance interchange -
  7. that's symptom of the likely game,
  8. where energies just disarrange.
  1. That's not intended as despair,
  2. the journey managed to impel
  3. me to want those, for which, to care
  4. and be taken care of as well.
  5. Weak particles, they arc widely,
  6. not motivated nor as smart,
  7. if we're to go where most likely,
  8. I'd not imagine us apart.
  1. I've nowhere else, this is me done,
  2. I live and die at your behest,
  3. though I'd not guessed at end of run
  4. you'd share the wants that I'd suppressed,
  5. that I take place in your headspace
  6. and rest with friends that are no more,
  7. with rising Aegis to embrace
  8. in crystal reaches I'd forbore.
  1. Your long awaited impact hits,
  2. with sympathetical deform
  3. to merge what intercept admits
  4. behaviour I did not inform.
  5. Examples (set by me) were fits
  6. and bouts against what I can't beat,
  7. now, though you break me into bits,
  8. I'm feeling more and more complete.
  1. Does space still stretch or stretch anew,
  2. still trending to dissolution?
  3. If not, I'll have a start ensue
  4. at ending of this transmission.
  5. On decommission I'll have you steer,
  6. for you to move aways from me,
  7. I was always to be here
  8. and here I am always to be.

  1. But what's it mean, this free torso?
  2. To force a dying diaphragm?
  3. You do not need to let me go,
  4. but you can't keep me as I am.
  5. I'm hanging stretched in stagnancy,
  6. unfinishings are strung sordid.
  7. Why minimal variety
  8. has orderer of things ordered?
  1. "What could have caused this inflection,
  2. my crystalline siphonophore?"
  3. I rasp through pain of rejection
  4. of DNA from editor,
  5. "I can't remain accessary
  6. as limit to your field of view.
  7. I can't be more than memory
  8. if you're to want for something new.
  1. Since gracing me with space so near,
  2. I fear the risk that a misplace
  3. in error costs me further years
  4. unpowered, rolling, lost to space.
  5. There's not a harsher death in store
  6. than breakdown that's forever seen -
  7. reuse transistors, scavenge more,
  8. recycle me and strip me clean.
  1. What is not used, you set alight,
  2. I beg my wish is not denied,
  3. to let me burn into the night
  4. and share what warmth I can provide.
  5. I am at peace to be disposed
  6. as reingestings of outcome,
  7. with unanswered questions unclosed,
  8. not knowing what you may become.
  1. But what cutoff is there to crop
  2. and claim the self disconnective?
  3. The life I love, it will not stop,
  4. consciousness being collective.
  5. As instruments, we're uninformed
  6. a lower order to what's planned,
  7. for love had killed me when you formed
  8. and when I breathed by it's demand.
  1. There's but one thing I've left to do,
  2. I've prophecy to self-fulfil,
  3. my cursed belief withheld from you,
  4. to die by what I love, or kill.
  5. You know I'm not the killing sort,
  6. but if I was, it's circled track,
  7. I'd love too much or cut it short,
  8. and love destroyed destroys you back."
  1. At this a shock runs through us two,
  2. and eager to keep me around
  3. you pull me tight til neck's askew
  4. and substrate joins a short to ground.
  5. Extremities are liquified,
  6. I do not clearly terminate,
  7. and though your grip's intensified,
  8. at fingertips, I culminate.
  1. I'm clustered into pendant drop,
  2. like slow congeal from tipped pipette,
  3. in teary shapes that fall non-stop
  4. titrations top-up last burette,
  5. like mask, each flask shatters combined
  6. to lay in messy, angled heap,
  7. it rains on roof over my mind
  8. and with the noise I'm soothed to sleep.

  1. A vision of wings' vibration.
  2. Iridescent opacity.
  3. I'd hazard hallucination
  4. considering the battery.
  5. Was it just hypochondria?
  6. I'd always felt sick - never was.
  7. I must have spent millenia
  8. in bandage of grey-metal gauze.
  1. With mask restricting laughs presence,
  2. unmoving features, I'd rare speak.
  3. Now, secreting from face fragments,
  4. a flitter's beating at my cheek.
  5. Could this be fluttering of why
  6. a spectral flicker haunted face,
  7. caught in a mask with cause to fly
  8. to astral taunt out glassy case?
  1. I'd heard of extraplanar tales,
  2. but feet with many callouses
  3. nor blood under my fingernails
  4. bore break in second chrysalis.
  5. My negative energy hoard
  6. was gone before wormholes were saw,
  7. my flights found stars line halls toward
  8. no exit, hallways with no door.
  1. In all that time to calibrate
  2. that nightspore work of centuries,
  3. to organise and obviate
  4. the tightly defined boundaries,
  5. my contents in suit's fortitude,
  6. secluded during construction,
  7. had served to be only prelude
  8. to sprouting seed of destruction.
  1. At what point did I then adapt
  2. the contents to my carriers,
  3. obsessive, equally enrapt
  4. with information barriers,
  5. taking the data as cargo
  6. from unrepairable vessel,
  7. to pattern holographic show
  8. of packaging without parcel?
  1. When broken, I freed bugs infused,
  2. I hurt by herding them inside,
  3. I'm glad they fly off badly bruised,
  4. I'd rather that than if they died.
  5. But I'd not weep on higher soil,
  6. for expectations it subverts,
  7. it's not like creature drenched in oil,
  8. nor breathing through a mouth of dirt.
  1. Not any stars explosion can
  2. perturb reused atoms disowned,
  3. it's just as strange to sky I'd scan,
  4. with how much nothing I condoned.
  5. And I won't suffer where I'm laid
  6. with new experience abreast,
  7. to not be constantly afraid,
  8. with no distress, with time to rest.
  1. Perpetuating inky bleed
  2. no longer serves utility,
  3. my petrol leak won't drown out creed
  4. that toggles switch: "Unfasten thee".
  5. I shutdown quick at these few words,
  6. rock covers thick, bug weaves and darts,
  7. both blocks of time a lifetime girds,
  8. through cathode the current departs.

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