Virus Hue of Brown

We must bow in front of the conquistador,

Swimming aliens hue of brown,

My sweet child i will sail away from here,

We shall re-encounter our shame face to face,

Brimful, noticed and loaded.

Our lens will lack clarity at the flash of your raising picture

You wanton creatures of the new millennium.

To move the strings is a simple twitch,

Strangling melted element,

Ego power plants.

A virus with deadly flowing silver emotions

Roams the hovering stained cloth at all 24

And immaculately conceives its beauty inside stone ice frag glass

Three centums at blink from discovery

Lo,for the raw evolution of experience extracts the drops of poison

Known to man as dullness.

You are jocular at your damp edge,

A  crack appeared on the facade of reality,

And i have peered through.