Marco Di Caprio

I have always been drawn to spirals.
 They seem still,
 yet the longer I look,
 the more they turn,
 hypnotic.

Their motion throbs in a sharp shriek,
 a chamber of my deepest nightmares.

The longer I look,
 the more they come alive.

And among them
 humanity sings a broken litany
 in a new language:
 devices,
 transistors,
 mirrors that bend and fracture frenzy.

No more oracles.
 No more gods.
 No more songs of freedom.

Only symbols
 mistaking their own noise
 for music.