A theramin slide across an uncounting of faces
A number begging not comprehension, but absolution
Stab the earth then look up in confused and hilarious anger
Share a vision of a penury of a scarcity - of an us - sprayed shrill and sharp and needy and brutish across a pretty void
We will not stop when we push us screaming over the sharp lips of the edges
Our carved flesh must define the beauty that did not know us
The content and theoretical places will know fear
Defile it all, forever.