We saw right through it,

through the echoes and the dictations.

Throughout the title fight.

Whatever was left over to interpret, after that.

Whatever errands that you didn’t run.

Whatever was left on the bone, after that.

What was left of those glowing blue lights.

Thanks for the bones, all those bones ,

and those blue lights, tooo..

and all that connectivity…

Tying it all together, with muscle and sinew and fluorescence.

It wasn’t finished in a studio,

It wasn’t polished, or buried and it dint give anyone chills.

It wasn’t checked off on any checklist

it was not something that was hardly ever heavy, ever.

It was something more robotic

alphanumeric4l, 4lways.

It was tangible then,

but it couldn’t be at this time,

it had to finally be

carried away instead.