I am an automation.
My Spinning Wheels.
My Foggy Screens.
I am spewing venom, screaming, bursting at the seams.

I am leather.
My endless Utility.
My show-your-friends Sociability.
I am a body screeching death rattles blistering beneath a burning lamp.

I am quill and I am ink.
My Connection to Things Past.
My Ability to Write a Better Future. ©
I am a blood feather ripped from a song-singing mother dripping dyes and dotting 'i's.

I am you.
My Omnipotence.
My Ease.
I am ones, zeroes, distortions in a rusted cage,
miscalculations in a cognitive maze,
odors of a sweat-drenched slaughterhouse haze.

I am oil. I am vinegar. I am swimming in still frankincense waters that deliver ether to earth//earth to ether.

I close my eyes I clutch the air I find I’m holding human hair. It falls to my feet which now dangle far above the crystalline murk.

Lights tap-dance on the fragile night-time breeze. Bright flash through my steel bones liquids strings.

                O, 
                                     Bright 
                                                                                         Flash!                                                                 <beats>          <beats>
                                                                                                                                                                         <beats>
i release the hair. it unfurls in front of me. glowing a faint green, it unfurls into the chilly slipstream. swirling and becoming, it becomes a pulsating becoming. beats, beats, it beats and pulses, and the hair is a shifting, a glowing, the hair faint green pulsing contorting in the slipstream, the hair is a Devouring and i am enveloped.