Influx

She turned the dial to eleven And waited; prepping a sponge with a few drops of water Light floods on the workbench Complete with extra hands, magnifier, and multiple silvery spools She gets to work Setting connections with solder and a hot poker; precisely efficient rhythm from corner to corner (not breathing it in) Checking... Continue Reading →

imperium machina

Bright light through curtains Beams of tomorrow shining through Liquid gold overflowing Pressing effortlessly onwards It hurts to look and see blinking rapidly to adjust arms crooked above head Open yawning maw It may be noon now Somewhere else Here we remain in artificial stasis capturing glimpses via microscopic glasses

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