The bread cabinet swings as black lines swarm:
A binary mechanism's appendage -
Black dress sonar -
Reaching into tomorrow's support.
It's nobody's fault but mine, it was let to happen.
Phobic nocturnal scouts replied and
Morning revealed the fair plot.
Another trip to the store -
Another douse of the poison -
Somersaulting through the day & following night -
Fumigating the demons -
Biding my time as time bids farewell -
Natural habitats gone -
And the graveyard of the invasion.
I survey the remains as a drunken general,
Recalling the naive signs,
And finally resting to await the return.