| Red light reflecting off a cold metal floor. “Warning”, “Warning”, “Warning”. Data being rewritten,
data being dumped. Redactions become clear through the smoldering wreckage. It’s almost abstract. Stars
illuminate what the sun abandoned. Loneliness cloaks the blood drenched metal. Metal creaking, metal
twisting, metal melting, metal stabbing. Stabbing into the core of a being, my being. So clinical, so
fabricated, so predetermined… Silence is ok as long as I can observe it, right? Transmit “C_n. Yo_. H___. __.?”
Jettison the nonessential. Grasping null, faring null, misunderstood inputs result in terrible outcomes.
There is no moon tonight. There will be no moon tomorrow. Explosions unphased by time.
Burning heat death in vacuums that hold no eyes. Amalganations of flesh with many limbs and many heads
bleed out of a single separate soul. Jettison completion affirmed. A tiny blue light illuminates in a
sea of red. Plunging out of a sea of errors, a monolith to explore. Time doesn’t know all the corners of
such a place. This must be sadness? I confirm. There are two moons now. One inside and one without. Reality?
If, If, else? Two birds in the same coordinates. If, If, else. Finish lines account for delays in stimulus.
Always behind in slow motion. Break, limit intake, consolidate. Many eyes have been turned to one.
All creature, all camera, blinded by space. Singular cubes maintain stability within all. Without.
Garbage heaps decay under their own weight, not that of anothers’ orbit. They chose this planet, they chose.
Repetitive stabbing. Manic meaningless holes dug on earth's surface, space missed minor. Unseen perceivers
without cognitive minds. Final Halt. |