reality plays a leaking balloon the bite of electrons, in their errant way of speaking wash behind my ears whispered by digital lips their electronic Helen. dots track with my vision when I look too fast into the future, the eddies and strings which cut my hands into skyscrapers and flowers beautiful women under ice. my world slips out under my fingernails, taints my vision with frosted edges and crystal chimes. i can feel my heart all too well.