|
This spinning stick figure, fleeing through the dark, slowly drops and dissolves into a dark pentagon surrounded by connected white sections. This dying flower pulses with oscillating lifepoems, 5-fold couplets that preach the benefits of vengeance, and the need for cheap and constant travel to the 月 and other unpleasant places.
As spring approaches (as in "spring is sprung", an ancient clock-poem that dead children are often forced to recite for hours in the empty classrooms of the afterworld's school-system), the black pentagon flower blooms, becoming a whitened and virtual image of itself, made of unstable electronic lines that pulse from the point-center of the flower off to the void, where they expand to light-year-wide shape.
|
|
|