Jericho
Far be it from me
to make you stand or fall by
my jaded echo

Electricity
quick-silvering your armour
under its corrosive sensor
- oh, the arcs trumpeting
their arcane carnality
in that wires-and-watchtowers interior!

How can I go to the wall
before the bone, there is the coral.
My theftbote breaking your high fall:
quietism latching onto armature
- thrall.