today is a day like the feeling ive had all along

[meleeattack]

there never was anything except static......in the crackling, from a swirl of chiaroscuro, a barren chimaera was born [typhon's creation] in these sticky gobs of black versus white i try to lift my arm and it comes slowly, a swarm of grey like bees clings to my flesh, atoms drip off and join the writhing sea of particle movement, one great body of motion, single iron cloud...the Heave...the wave, the fold
....snapped appearances consummate, joining awkwardly as head swallows tail, this son greets his father as he happens by on the same path as head consumes tail