Fumbling a plug for power, I hook on one side the glory prongs reversed, a closed loop, confide our communication, a handshake, a token, a packet shower of lightspeed sparks unspoken.
Like a snake we siege ports, search for protocols, wrapping a silk kerchief tight against the calls cursed at birth, to grow, short the circuit, enter new space, seek the cursed gap between dissenter
and tormentor, rerouting a mercury rebirth for those denied the whole and living earth, nursecoddled in wolf’s milk, an icon of resistance: lightening fist, a poor back-door existence.