surreal/revisionist.

money for nothing money for truth
windscreen shattering like a lean
into the obsolete planck-- busied
with obscene power & wealth, hats
off to the black iron prison sun-

flowers notwithstanding & rattled
snaking impetus that understands,
offering me visions of colour un-
derstated and also purely maximum
connecting system.. bloody my eye

and boxes stacked up the stairs a
look that falls astray with stars
whirling mirroring & broadcasters
reposing within the palm of hands
o lord you've been so good to us;

activities in the doors & monitor
militant with the secure proposal
of professorship--and angelhood--
however it feels to regress simp-
le, supple, and sublime such that

the world will wait-- shell-shock
vibration skins the apple like my
fairest witch and all around this
sentence there are punctuations..
also space is goal-oriented, tak-

en to task the recalcitrant brick
that was thrown at your face, but
is it any wonder? and did we ever
back down? if i fall, you help me
up, and i just sit in the corner.