OUROBOROS

painted eye
mottled cortex
looping dusk.

Unconscious motion picture tide,
frozen, heaving
panicked surge inside my locked out
matter, mind revolving, rippled, still,
The branches and the foot refuse to work.

Suddenly I'm somewhere else, a
school,
in line, a morning when a
THUD (or third hand) lands against my back and
Thod (or whats his face) appears to me
And so
(a reddish giant gothic freak)
I got this
Tempus Fugit Sempri
from him.
a code! a hit!
Convinced our unlit tunnel fades,
our faint Eleusian if.

and
FLASH
flourescent hillside
FLOOD
flourescent night,
gently
waking up inside
another room or eye,
to speak across to faces
strangely out of reach and
Their gestural cinemation
lost at sea.
responding like
deafened,
distant
thrashing vessels
on a lamp-lit wave,
each pulse,
caught, before it breaks
but how?
And why can I not seem to die from this?
How can I prove to be unseen?
This crowd against across and just
within both fronts and so
unimaged
lost

with eyes of otherworldly light,
waiting;
fate-ridden,
timed.

force generation, 20G, skulls and robots

they are flashing some inane symbol at me again but in the end i will prevail until the images dissolve.

like when i popped it open with a bread knife and the glass shattered; it wasn't my fault it was the knife i was using, or my lack of patience.

these days i make sure only to use firm, solid knives when prying open the brittle exoskeleton. this way the knife doesn't "pop" and scatter liquid crystal ipod blood all over the ipod's face.

basically the first thing you want to do to is pop the little battery plug out of its socket and then back in. make sure you haven't damaged any of the other organs; i.e. like if you see a piece of gold circuitry tape that looks out of place, realign the sucker.

then you plug it in and flick the HOLD switch a lot.