Minute 3.10

Polished belly, a scrawled “e” on its brain
Wind up, sling, and skipping toward the deep
The window shut, the salutations vain
Brass key bearing, a sunlit surface keep.

Salton Sea

Minute 2.7

Quartered for the thread, of old substance bled
The dissolute empire's hacking caress
Abundance expires in a wastral's bed

Ships plow the shingle and signal distress.

Minute 1:1

My lord the master proposes a tale
Primeval point and black detonation
The troika's green glass expelled from the whale

Sky rent for the new world's illumination.