1
“Every brain is a state-unit”
Idea, plaster falls in its cells
Bullet marks on the limitedly locked consciouosness.
The wholes are touched and filled by fear,
Sense is walled upon darkness.
It’s the infinite of consciousness-copies closed in on themselves.

2
Overhere man is beside himself.
Leaves anarchy behind.
The exact range of the algebraic points are measured.
The walls shrink to lines, the space is open.
The clutch of Ariadne had loosened.
Lines run freely to every direction

3
Bull-headed people fume strained to Hybris.
The horizon is the sword of Theseus between their teeth.
The order is realized vertically. Falling-order.
The carpet of mythology’s been rolled up.
The tools of hand, legs, tails are polished.
The specific exercise is obvious.