Sub-Sonic TranSpirit

Unsettlements.

Unending Transmissions in
primal super-real moments.

You can watch the entropy

at the corner of everything.
The decay and rot are constant.

Tendrils and shoots toward the light of the yellow star.

And we expect it always thus,

but what will become of us
with the spectral shift?
The back-brain wonders at the
shifting sands.
The clamouring winds.

The endless sacrifice.