Scanning, whirring and churning out
Black after black after black after black:
Horrible globules of thought coagulated by hate
Punching and piercing my gut,
Leaving a metallic bloodlike taste in my mouth.
I looked in again.
The machine was coughing out horrible granite grey smog,
Polluting the Garden Of Delights.
I wanted to jump in and thwart the foul
But the stern cornea was hard and impenetrable,
The once wild iris ruled by Eris
Is now frozen and cold;
But fear not, there is hope:
The icy steel monolith may be dissolved,
But only by the mighty power of dissolution.
Reality lies in the eye of the beholder
And no one can look for you.