Supercollider. Dust in a moment. Particles scatter. Coming up from the soup. Swimming upstream. Before the heavens crack open. Thin pixelation. Coming up from the dust. In a blue light. In a green light. In a half life. In an arc light. I'm a bass bin. Flip-flopping. I'm a pulse wave. Hot-stepping. I put the shadows back into. The boxes. I am open. I am welcome. For a fraction. Of a second. I have jettisoned my illusions. I have dislodged my depression. I put the shadows back into. The boxes. I put the shadows back into. The boxes. I see an angel hanging over the balcony. I see the angels hanging over the balcony