part #9 poisoning the electric flame

idly calculating the outcome of another trial, eliminating the very incredulity that has so far cloaked my every movement. calling across this emblematic landscape I do not see you and we do not recover ourselves just gently get lost among its folds and harsh stone clunking dissonant clang. our hearts, so full, will be emptied at last by the reckoning of things. my desperate heart so pure in its every venture my desperate mind, so fraught in baffled stagnation states none of this will reach you and the power which had been circulating, surging, bounding reeling through my face and fingertips and legs and eyes has been shut off with a static clack leaving nothing except the dying hum of could have beens and not quites and regretful loss of … and then acceptance prepares disillusionment and I sit back astounded and renewed.