To Need. To Bleed

The playlist is set on Repeat

And the motherboard is heating fast

Chord extended

East to make a clumsy trip

No mouse needed

For this quiet house

Anaphora still peaks her head

In and out

Though it’s her voice that changes

like a broken record that

skips back into place

Shame that the diamond needle

dullens and clouds and slows

amid the speed set for it

For with each touch

Each placement on the round black spot

before the hole

It plays for the beholder

Until sparks fly

However they do

And burn

Whatever they do

Until

It tires

Until

The ash resembles dust