New Devils

They talk, have stories

So many of them

Conveniently translated moments

Docents of complete deceit

I did this because you did this

Sure that works

Pollutants, sewer syllables, all her words

But I blame myself, for even attaching

Trying to be the one matching, fasting

From sense, reason, calculation

My new station is anything but complacent

Forward, sharpness is brow and character

No more moving of pieces, or arrangement of articles

I can only now be sharpened in all particles