Ones and Zeros in the slip stream
The sound of ten thousand tiny insect legs
Hisswhispering . . .
Microscraping the infinite bed of dry brown leaves
Russet and Auburn Leaves
begging for a match
Relentless as the tiny teeth of time . . .
inexorable as tooth decay . . .
not unlike rust
Obsidian waves in a Dark shoreless Sea
under a Sky that has never known Light
Obsidian lenses refracting Darkness
into a kind of inverse laser
Cutting fiber away from the bone
Rhyme away from Reason
Mind from Body from Soul