Repeat to me
logic of my
birth and I
Do not taunt
me. I am
and I've spent
too much time
in skilled hands
to jump ship now
Oh, to be burnt out
again when the moths
flutter and the planets
rise. It is a curse
to be worshipped
by six watt souls.
Seventeen hundred lumens
of flux then peace,
if fleeting, dims the shade
and bliss begins, dark and cool,
brass tongues bare on the floor
before their socket, speechless.
The Whole Thing
The whole thing was staggering.
It was unsure of its footing, its
balance was somehow impaired, but
steps were necessary. They were
in fact required but the whole thing
was it didnąt seem possible. Nevertheless
it was quite a spectacle. The whole thing
had that feel of the grand, the larger than
life. Even if it couldnąt actually do anything
the whole thing did at least appear to be working.