The projector sits defunct
Its archaic
Haunches fit where the floor is slumped
A sunken visage punked,
Clamped together by ties that tether this mosaic
Of a verklempt
Attempt to be perfect,
Unsure if it’s meant— stumped
On the surface of intent,
Who’ll have debunked
The precipice of purpose…………..

…………….trail of pale and transparent messages