Sparks rising from the depths of steel minds Always bringing uniform reality. An endless count of plastic numbers Begging to come home with me. Arms of outer space picking you up Place you in the hands of the celestial flow. In the darkness I can see them, The million eyes that forever know. A never ending grid of grey circle systems Melting under the breath of glowing deitys. Boxes of false hope fall from the sky Manufacturing smiles from the ground they please. Waves crashing into moving walls Take their place inbetween memorial time. The wind blows through, above, and beyond Eroding all traces of the ones you can't find. Oct. 11,'03.