SUPERCOLLIDER
Supercollider, dust in a moment
Particles scatter
Coming up from the soup
Swimming upstream
Before the heavens crack open
Thin pixellation
Coming up from the dust
In a blue light, in a half-light
In a high line, in an arc light
I’m a bass bin flip-flopping
I’m a pulse wave hot-stepping
I put the shadows back into the boxes
I put the shadows back into the boxes
I am open, I am welcome
For a fraction of a second
I have jettisoned my illusions
I have dislodged my depression
And put the shadows back into the boxes
I put the shadows back into the boxes
I’ve seen the angel hanging over the balcony