Lines one through five on overdrive,
carrying all that they can chew.
Melting all the while, cooling vanes
out as far as they will go,
circuitry liquefying into skins.
Light plays tricks sometimes
in the itty space eye corners.
Mice run room seams
like dust bunny landing LEDs.
If dust bunnies can fly
said the kite to the hail.
Wire banks are copper streams,
casings turning into
pupil pools seen in faces from dreams,
bones glow and then roll away.
Everything starts to seep
vectors on a blown out HUD.
Warning tones and letters
on switches scuffed to nonsense.
Flat spin. Hydraulic failure.
Temperature continues to sky,
transfer continues to fall,
eye vessels continue to burst
and the digital
begins to slip analog.
