From five to zero, not intended, lest
Pains of sleep take over, fill the nerves
With horror and suffering, sold instead
Into duality wondrous and wild, aches
Subsumed by care and fuss, consumed.
Broken razors grow inside the hands
Like slow crawling nuclear fires let
Loose from harnessed stars a’glow
Like furnaces unleashed from time;
This darklight eaten without pause.