It was a strange experience
coming out of the body...

Gold fringed, the hood
strikes. You are bound...

Begins to reel,
the dusk...

Your algorithm
has failed...

You create a hybrid
without protocol...

O stark avenger,
Time...

Waiting for the unwaiting
to appear. The green pigeons...

To become yourself,
declaring war...

Xanax in the blood
screams...

A little death comes every day
for the lost age...

Would you remove
your mask once, and come to...

The depression,
in purple moon...