Under the ridges
of unfurled magnetic
schematics working their
magic in collective tides.
Rendered beyond
the coldest fringes
stalking the tragic on
their retrospective rides.
Sacrosanct thy presence
in the crowned wake
of an eternal sunrise
on the other hand.
Of darkness let the rays
cast down be reminders
illumination may also
come from the damned.
They say you have never
seen obscurity like the lost
ones in the caverns who
must betray the light.
Indigo droplets
form for all those
who enter the void
and escape into night.
The minimal bead has
captured the inverted
sky and mirrored it off
our own blackened eyes.
The multifaceted compound
flower of panopticon
stares into itself
at every focal point.
Drowned into a yawning
crevasse unzipped along
the stepping spine
of its own device.
A factory's evolution
of reassembled parts
can never reach a true
symmetry of outcome.
Over the fallen
waves receding into
the rhythmic imbalance
of periodic ice.