Modernity

The whole identifiable package
is a que are codex made to wriggle
into the hearts of sand that have 
filed down time and made people
people the heavens with their 
living selves; in other wisps,
they are gods in their minds 
and fingers and when the uni
verses refuse to yield by degrees
or temperature, they color and
heat and become rageful, spiteful,
schadenfreude machines that match
the falling silicon from the hourglasses
that sped their trips to hell.