00 11 01 10 moths circle the synthetic fires of forgotten gods
Tag: Elancharan
if each moment devours the next what will humanity be left with
we don’t speak chaos will be the language of the flesh we write with
paper frogs leap into the gaping maw of the sleeping storm
blue elephants waltz on the spine of an unread book
humanity rewired breeding chaos from circuitry
zeroes dissolve into infinity and from dust the matrix is birthed
fugitives running from a future beyond the edge of existence
we drift nameless through clouds of subconscious data
a leaf falls upwards this too in some sense is gravity
