Blackbox

This energy is plying and thought is rusting. Stitches of reason lack a common thread Seasons are crawling and anxiety keeps trolling. Maestoso breathe the winds and woods are singing forth Night is pale, the moon is silver, and black smokes this blackbox. Hertz are binding, silicones are faulting and waves are fluttering, Sine after sine, turn after turn Shifts and twists of no end; bends of no amend. Pulses of broken cosines and serpents of secants Wave after wave, traversing the fine of spine. Indecision rages electric in this sea of blood and wires. Peels are dry and these coconut eyes are wide; Hoofs are heavy, and sparks and shouts ride chariots. These stingings are deathless alas my resolve tasteless Fangs of this ailment are virgin fresh; Pangs of this ailment wisp ill meant But the ale is bitter, spikes of this potion spite and this, my body burns in an endless jitter.