conduit karasu they could not make themselves seen in their entirety not for their size or power but for their lack of it since the new cycle began when the turn of the wheel put them in exile only in glimspes only in flashes the subliminal gods an eye here a mouth there buried in the static and whitenoise and all of the sensory overload that their descendants created for themselves to shut out the deafening silence of heaven a whispered voice, half heard with keen eyes they watch the events unfolding 010628 ... sarpedon This is the conduit These words plastered in red On the millions of liquid crystal Transistors shining in front of me The conduit for my words That have long been begging to cry out And possibly fall upon light but caring ears Or if not, just to be acknowledged. This red landscape of emotions And experiences none-told before Those close to you might just laugh If you even have such close people in range But there is something comforting About haning out with words in the Far reaches of this cyberscape To unite, not temporally or physically But emotionally. 020104 ... unhinged you make things move in me 181016 what's it to you? who go blather from