Supercollider
Dust in a moment
Particles scatter
Coming up from the soup

Swimming upstream
Before the heavens crack open
Thin pixelation
Coming up from the dust

In a blue light
In a green light
In a half life
In an arc light

I’m a bass bin
Flip-flopping
I’m a pulse wave
Hot-stepping

I put the shadows back into
The boxes

I am open
I am welcome
For a fraction
Of a second

I have jettisoned my illusions
I have dislodged my depression

I put the shadows back into
The boxes
I put the shadows back into
The boxes

I see an angel hanging over the balcony
I see the angels hanging over the balcony