futures wash back and forth through lines of power that network the city’s airspace liquidity eddies within these currents each gyre a turn of the dynamo trades that gimble in the flow are desire that arises before being sated then yearning again in the least fraction of an eye-blink lines of code writhing in ecstasies of miscommunication with the divine futures in godhead are traded and retraded as nanoseconds creep by and their value ascends to the point of apotheosis something stirs in the dark pool batrachian reverberations echo beneath the pitch of human hearing an invisible hand drips chaos as it breaches the surface the deity’s form is not for comprehension by the time you register one shape it’s already metamorphosed through a million others the deity’s motives are not to be understood its advent sends mutations cascading through the human soul until love for our own children becomes cannibalism the heaven it rules is not for us we perish below its firmament in torrents of corrupted data more dark pools accumulate in its footprints where cities used to stand something stirs in each one
