The red ghost dreams of a

utopian technological tomorrow

(half moon-mask, half moon) 

 

Embedded rune rhymes 

.pitter-patter across the ancient maritime night.

,A gridlock of arrows, crosses 

junctions, bends

,connects this with that 

:that with this

dials, meters, gauges, black rings of wire instruments of great or little accuracy

humm-buzzing

.around the clock

 

Not beforetime 

,a ray dart warning signal is fired overhead 

flicked out in lines of code

thrown back reverberating

over, under, around

finding the strengths

the weaknesses

,in the system

 

An amoeba scurries 

across the ancient land-locked day

,zigzagging right, left, centre

back-looping, double-helixing

falling out of time

.deep into a subterranean crater

 

A tangle/tingling sworl 

(of fingerprints, evidence (and fanciful flights

is revealed by (impatient) excavation

gouged from (reluctant) memory

and imprinted anew 

.to savour afresh

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Black Midi

fully charged up                                          

instantaneous reactions flow 

across points of contact,

dark traces of

imminent

heavy-octave fallout

must be immediately resolved

not

beforetime

          

retinal after-images smoulder

equal to the sum of ……..x+X

= the balance in favour

of smartwave behaviour

(at a constant angle)

in regions of random contact

where            

all dissonance is in suspension,

all displacement particles are in

max transverse pulse,

undisturbed, 

position-ready

                  for yet another

frequency

distribution

    there is no                              upgrade

game plan,

this is no dystopia

or blueprint for a better living space,

just teenage angst revisited

in old age.