There is more. . .
Than imaginable.
Subject matter, Adds and Divides,
Devises, Metamorphoses.
Yet daybreaks. . .and the planets shake, once again,
Fresh-driven day and we digest even more.
Options of Absence. . .
Techno breeds the new substance,
Made out of the same matter.
As we breed.
Accidents,
With the purpose of Time.
Alterations,
Alternate stations,
Constant like death and pride;
Electrified thrusts. . .

We are boundary-less. . .