And then some

Strange bright lines
Connect and interrupt
Connect and interrupt
Connect and

Too much connection
Pool is filling up with bright matter
Not the bright that illuminates;
The bright that verves and sheets in gray dragons
Across the shoulders and v's down
To the abdomen

Dragonsloth is no help here -
Even Dragonsloth is so askew he's biting his own tail
In some kind of confused joke

Demons are out, under control but running amok.

And through it all, I try to watch.