A floating nothingness,
the beat drives infinity.
What have we
become—your pale face
in the neon light.
A clockwork broken
Amelie Lens in
10,000 meters, power & virtue
adrenaline, trapped in
Faraday cage.
The seas are calling me, a silent
anarchy of magnetism,
Atlantic power. A vortex
of swarms, flowing reflection,
silver idol. And nothing becomes
something that embraces everything
we have become water, we
drink the night.
We are without end,
vanishing points of being,
a snare, a rope, a tether
a drifting, a falling, a new
beginning. There remains nothing to
be said, nothing to be done,
fate and destiny, the universe is made
new each second. Mud becomes star
becomes pain, wealth becomes dirt
from deepest heart.
To those parting I say “hello,”
to those here, to this place “nowhere.”