I’m going to do the bad thing he said
Head for filters scab together the not-rough
And nature then forever clambers out of reach

Young love in their masquerades
Fades until finally one guise fuses and there you are
And forever foisting feinting and gay deceit

Forces extract a groan from the abyssal hollow
Swallow particles that collect somewhere the charged surfaces
An imaginary organism in the byways of spacetime

This consciousness that separates
Berates the soggy of course enterprises
Ravelling the red-thread demographies

The czar pursued in scrambling climb the rebels
Leveled-up in the capital’s subterra
A sunless shape an amorphous modality

Compelled to carry out the luxe revision
Reversion playful and sad to the fretful stacks
Borrowings and actions muted and serviceable
He said he would all the sharpened pyramids