Trample the soak 

Of gasped world 

Wet with disclosure

Of the underfoot.

Stitching through

the white wall

With a syringe

spitting with 

liquid image 

straight to jaded interface

of health professionals

whose erasing cynicism

had taken counter jab

by satire pilfered.

We know the grey kindness

the practical compliance

to the ward fences’ patina

and proud fleur de lis

of mechanical submergence

awash with richochets of colour

artifice of noise for confidence

yet the witch that healed 

burnt with le feu verte 

And today they drive

A beamer but paid

Less than the others in the

fraternity of Cretan priestess

with snakes and Egyptian priests 

Whose double revs glyph

Of open conduit conjecture 

Thothic balms. Pyramidal

automaton. Erastothenes 

stick and sand shadow shares

A ward parish imperfect

cognate and the churning 

tortured torus makes poetry

In the shape of mosaic crocodiles

knitting syringed instruments for

The boiler room introduced world system

Ten minutes is 11 unstoppable stamp.

Image: Ananke and the spindle of necessity