How fat and cartilege must grow
in stasis for the future
The dormant spirit of the teen age
in basking light yet behind the body
Ready to step in
...
a jolt a revolt
Nothing can be the same
As self it claimed
Never satisfied it fights right, rifed, for its space body of aura.
...
Against the old man of self it pits
Sparks remember, the connection of temporal tissue, a weeping of logistical goo sinew and astral plaque between a generation.
Reborn is seen, enforced, digested and passed -- a light film in 40 metres, a wavelength of radio and sprockets, analauge. Techno.
Time passes gaseous.
Laughter pauses and settles, and then you are dead. What a weight to an end.
