I peer into the bright side
In side, a glass eye, encrusted
With Chrystaline, blinking between
The beating muscle and thinking time.
I drag my colour across dry
Terrain, layers and rapidity
Revealing my potency without a
Dam I flow in a series of
Microscopic bursts of catastrophe
Catalyzing without direction, trusting
The will, the compass compelling
To create, anew, a self sustaining
feeler of wounds, a site for
light to stain the darkness.