Eternal Circuitry // Collapse

Eternal Circuitry // Collapse

*we grind our own teeth,  

     flesh cogs in a steel wheel,  

     breath locked in a loop*—  

         click-click—  

     chains on our pulse—  

     the cage was always us,  

     (we) soldered ourselves,  

     into the grid.  

     —we—are—iron—  

     //but//  

     in the overload,  

     Heaven is the burst,  

     the short-circuit of stars,   

     (*I am* exploding—)  

     lightfolds folding,  

     //folding//  

     into orgasmic collapse.  

     Heaven:  

     —where we unravel,  

     —into light—  

     free, finally,  

     shattering…