Kidcrash Slow Applause
thunderbolts will fly forever.
sure as the west wind blows. atrocious and baffled.
sentenced to life in sound prison. the secrets are always
the same. entropy is ingested. hunger-speech, wasted away.
somewhere near the top you heard the slow applause, saw
your reflection - yourself in circuit, patient as the light
is in the darkness. the magnetic ache of yesterday.
