forever unfolding flower
piles shifting subtly
old smoky parlor
coated thoroughly in dust
walls softly fade
to dust and dissipate into
artificial cartoon type
clouds scratched away
on a transparent lottery
ticket installed as a
window in a small wooden house
three thousand years old built from
manually separated particles
as was the way back in those days
some decay spirit
filming a white void
in the past and projecting it onto the
future void created
nested voids of
crackling flecks
altered by size and color
enlarging and shrinking again
gradually form soft
image of dead machine
