Flies land on loneliness contaminating the future with every memory of where they were somewhere in the room of darkness shadows reaching the light with star-like substance Amino acids in bottles potential print across blood-brain barriers haiku of political berms those forms of photon winds resemble art allegories of electrons too bright like fans of ocean waves Cloud chambers conceal central context regarded through spectral tunnel-visioned dimensions single, fanatical partisan of opinion time was theirs to say and none to know requiring 12/12ths rather than one.
