“and with stark realization
I notice faithful and free,
that you’re indeed edison
and the elephant in the mirror is me”
two black headlamps
behind which a scorn wouldn’t rage or settle,
glare out in to the seamless air
charged atoms that fly and persecute,
a dual of will over an already dominated foe
misguided genius lays waste to a world of free
splendour,
alternating directly
your bankrupt heart was all but destitute,