Cellular configurations scoop me up from the pavement

Shadow follower like my own body's outline, 

Continually scatters my thought time

Through the loss of flared dappled camouflage

I feel Escher breathing mist over the bars around my body

Casting space glassways up to me,

The tail of descent hits my family 

Like pebbled reflections vexing through this half-apple of a fable, make me feel sorry...

 

Cellular, modular underlays, coat my rising rubber patches

This horn situation

leaves me at my station

Half faced, screen-mouth

is the rest of your oily cocooning splat -

under the sheets of deceit 

That sings flashing red daydreams

to your screen - thank you.

Delivered seduction under a spiral lamp's portal hall

leads to a destruction

So cellular tapping, motions reflections,

When one decides to be a statue of lassitude

There, my tissues blot your dark lines

I feel like a pale day-after, ghost

because you've left me turning on your sundial.

After you concaved my body by moonlight.