Catalyst In a Horse-less Carriage

i'll be a sparrow. you see me like i am and how it is. this is nothing
like before, not just a game. no tableaux-vivant with me. i ask it again and again, the sphinx
spits back at me in glyphs that i can't read.
you only skim along my surface. this is no fault of yours. i've drawn no maps no legend for you, compass is out of commission. and baby if it bleeds, it's cool, it'll be all right, it'll be just fine. i take to colour easily, not for nothing. if you feel around inside, it's just
the ice learning to melt. haven't tears enough to let it all out, let it spill out just enough to draw a line.
this gravity machine threatens to dissolve my silk
cathedrals. clever spider that i am spins more, works harder, getting harder and harder to resist the ritual.
my tea-cup is full-up.
i have a tale for you, soldier, blinding like the wars you have survived. an experiment in clouds over country. i'll speak of this invasion as i know it, as i get my hands on it, turn it upside-around.
Amorpha is my name. you call it like it is after all this time, after all that time in the barracks, behind the lines.
what will you do with all of this, with all this fruit particle-knowledge? you have bitten
deep.
keep your eyes on me.