Fractional Grip

How was I to know? it all collapsed so slowly. I remember crawling in the half-light. From vapours inhaled, a mind derailed, No warning signs, no one even wants to survive. stored as dreams in the belly of a machine, Scraping the walls just to get to the next screen. We must be prepared to live on timescales our ancestors could only dream in the minds of a machine Round and round and round we go Down and down and down so slowly It's the only place left to go Just one more place left to go This is the edge of being Just waiting for the next screen Fractal Grip This is the itch No word from the edge It's just a loop in my head Or is it just a dream In the minds of a machine This is the edge of being In the belly of a machine Breath deep and crawl inside And don't forget to smile Into the pit of liquified bones There is not much time to be alive there is so much waste. We will have to conquer space To the gutter or the lunatic asylum where time finds its own use for things The stink could drive a man mad Know this, the living, they never listen Tending coffins of the dead, time defragmented in my head. It scratches and creeps at the edge, remnants of treason, the reason I fell Round and round and round we go.... Down and down and down so slowly Stored as dreams in the mind of a machine Round and round and round and round and down and down and down and down....so slowly