oh, pale young regulator with her accidental
hands,
controlled by flexible casing and wire,
do you sit comfortably wile your consciousness is
harnessed to a certain flesh?

malicious children in the

upturned dark,

As idlers pass us by

under the Palace of leaves

Behind a grove below the sky,

I am a predation species
    do not eat.
vein-frail recluse
    squalid and bobbing.

they took up a tally

in tourniquet alley

and wept from a socket of thorn

microscopic face

alwaysdown down, said, heart.

doing, the