YOLD: By Mike Wolff

THE END & THE BEGINNING:

Indistinguishable from one to another,
Young & old become one.
The gritty windshield shatter,
a mingling of new & used blood.
A new form of existence with a non-existent pulse.
The old with no dental records,
the young's identity proves false.

YOLD: Indistinguishable from one to another.
YOLD: The bodies of three become one.
YOLD: A parody of the past & the future.
YOLD: The clean-up, a messy one.

THE OPPORTUNITY:

The older flesh becomes jealous, envious of the new.
Finger-like tendrils reaching, knitting flesh threads of sinew.
Time now unlike it's pulse, quickens. A burst of movements & sounds.
The new form of the surrealistic gargles & slops down to the ground.
Colored lights are what YOLD sees, as blood drips from it's nose.
A ragged hull of human remains is on the loose, learning as it goes...

YOLD: Indistinguishable from one to another.
YOLD: The bodies of three become one.
YOLD: A parody of the past & the future.
YOLD: The death path, a messy one.