Momentum

drown in Abstract Aptitude, you Futurists, make

your home a Geodesic Sphere with bright Lightning

and Sudden Solace; We here

can't Understand your Mind -- it reels

with a Sudden reckoning of Spirits on the Mend -- nano,

micro, wide words made Formulaic and

Astute before the Storm; who

do you Shelter there

in your Embrace? Is he

kindling for the fire of an untamed Injustice?