Birthed across nowhere to ride the moon through phases. Fazed in phases rolling nervous / lunar tick patchwork cut and paste parchments to feed faith's guttering furnace. A cracked clock face nervously ticking away the night. Carbon back to carbon back to repetition upon repetition Repeat. After me. Are you a little lost, robot? take my hand now, let us remain astray. No more invisible chains for this wolf, I can tell you. Howling with the moon whilst riding its decline. Waning not waxing, as ever. Have you a penny to gird the carny man wasted among your secrets? Tiring out cliché upon secret? My hands are tied here; but the one mind is held by no head. Heart leading that blind down bone-raw pathways. Once we've devoured the sun and all is said and done, no more paths to navigate; silence our cell mate riding the whirling serpent across bleak skylines; Watching as the final worm turns and turns and turns ...turns and turns. There was light.