a pond of oil is moving slowly
along the ferro concrete of night
it may be breathing uncontrolled
evolving liquid into air
or only waiting for a spark
ignite the electric universe
and words collapse
into sounds of madness
are we save here
in the darc
walking aimless
spitting fire
without intention
flames enlarge
we should leave now
go to sleep
and when we wake
we ll take another path









