{giratory circus}

a whirlwind of strings
strings that reach back to the distance
pulled to a spiral
whirling in
pullin lives in
deeds and adventures
threatens with back hole
or neutron star
forces quench
eyes pop out
the veins pump heavily

and then the whirl spits us out

unnatural walls cut through maps
mindfucked construct of national state
I flow in peace
indulging the broad flood plane of opportunities
until the fog falls on avalon and i'm back between concrete barriers
that black my roots my branches and chlose over me
to even supress my view and breath

the ashes
left
by the fires of industrial revolution