syntax

become

little things

in our atomic dust mind

of a star

exploding in the black

inkwell

i see

you phosphorescent

in your anesthetic jive

laying naked

and at the centre of your hive

where do our roads go?

it is always rome

and of black forevers

magnetic

to the vapor form

spinning little anathemas

on the radio

brain for entropy 

eardrum for the 

culling song

syntax

in the key of E