Supercollider
Supercollider
Dust in a moment
Particles scatter
Coming out from the soup
Swimming upstream
Before the heavens crack open
Thin pixelations
Coming out from the dust
In a blue light
In a green light
In a half light
In a white light
In a B-spin
Flip flopping
In a pulse wave
Hot stepping
I put the shadows back into
The boxes
I am open
I am welcome
For a fraction
Of a second
I have jettisoned my illusions
I have dislodged my depressions
I put the shadows back into
The boxes
I put the shadows back into
The boxes
I see angels hanging over
The back of me
I see angels hanging over
The back of me