art by Prince Satyrn
schematics working their magic
in collective tides.
Rendered beyond the fringes
of the world stalking the tragic
on their retrospective rides.
Hallowed be thy presence
in the crowning wake of an eternal
sunrise on the other hand.
Of darkness let the rays cast down
be reminders illumination
may come from the obscured.
They say you have never seen darkness
like the one in the cave
who betrayed the light.
A blue jewel droplet forms for the one
who enters and then escapes
back from the void.
It is the smallest bead capturing
the inverted sky and mirroring
it in our own darkened eyes.
The multifaceted compound
eye of the panopticon
staring into itself
at every camera point.
Drowned into a yawning crevasse
unzipped along the stepping spine
of its own devising.
A factory's evolution
of reassembled parts
can never reach a fair
and balanced conclusion.
