Supercollider

Supercollider
 Dust in a moment
 Particles scatter [bad word] up from the soup

Swimming upstream
 Before the heavens crack open
 Thin pixelation [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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