The Terminal

The beginning
or the start
was a reflecting
of solar .

The terminal
of gateways
the moon in full
smiles sideways
her hands still full
embracings
the impossible
a faking
dull embered bulb
awaking
a filament in skull
glows shaking
what was meant annuls
gone breakings
from hell we pulled
onto the next thing .

Adhesion so tight
an allegion of right
instantanious
saturn ringed
we're infamous
for we now bring
new incubus
the best of things
comes from our rust
so now imagine
us in stainless .