Wire Ends

The lines are drawn
The button pressed
And all the wires round my little neck
A slash of light
Hot as depressed
The algorithm counts the strength I left

None but a number sign
To the point or point opposite me
In a world
Where there can align

Mind and the battery
Both a treasure trove of memory
In a world
Just like mine

A schematic
Supplies I need
To put together something like I once dreamed
All the square pegs
Fit where I feed
And ones too different I change the seam

Mind and the battery
Both a plug to upload memory
In a world
All too dry

Rain for a different eye
Whether weather or my weeping skies
In a world
Just like mine

None but a number sign
To the point or point opposite me
In a world
Where there can align

Star or the circuitry
As a source of endless energy
In a world
That I must find

The lines are drawn
The button pressed
And all the wire round my little neck
The copper frayed
Where I expressed
The want to part from all I hadn't yet


None but a number sign
On a point away from where I am
In a world
Which can align

Mind and the battery
Send far into the memory
Of a world
Far from mine