another wooden-walled room
in some obscure basement somewhere
was filled to the ceiling with cakes
big glowing cakes
light fell into nothingness
her metallic thrust
dimming fibrous
scattered completely lost in
damp dust smells
an ageless man stepped in
running a frail hand through his thin hair
speaking a faux language
moved his limbs in patterns
particles stuck to his shirt
glowed in shafts of light
from windows at certain times of day
silent electric crackle
isolated in a unique universe
sound of grey electric
contact generated connection
the ripping apart sound
of eternal lack of knowledge
