ioflux

lavish, the error
sways in manufactured breezes,
beating our chests
against slabs pristine.

passions should be
immortal, but precipitation
doth reign supreme.

what does it mean
for the subatomic
to bond? does the universe
ever feel green?

seas sick with envy
purge a world's worth
of output freezes;
what can be read
from a blacked-out screen?