polka dotted screen splattered from the bugs that try to hug it divided into a pattern already present in the fly’s eyes..

surge protector hook up shook up and bypassed straight to the outlet at logic’s upheaval to sacrifice security for a higher rate of retrieval, buying the power sight unseen– is it safe, is it clean? the generator gleans every cell for total objectification… warning bells drown out by praises of connection signaling perfection though a wall still subsides, separates, divides. the fuse might blow in a dignified sublimation, cremation… scattering sparks of anticipation, elation, total emancipation…

connected? when I turn my head right before I know you’ll look and you see a window to me? no, you see, I say our relation is fixed! no, i do not take responsibility, because we are both an equal part of a + b = c where a is you, and b is me, and c is what we become from one another or what we take away (i from you, you from me) on our way to solvent, or solve, or possibly dissolve, to see what we can make out of unequal charges. but, if we both hold…