Locusts

I could see the other end
Repeat as necessary
A beam shown divided shaded over screens
In the presence of visuals
Covered and drawn in
Watched its repetition siphoning

In the corners locusts rotating
Empty me feeding

Conceived the believing
As parted or programmed
Plans of obsolescence inhaled again
Do you see its face?
Or the masters orders
They consumed the maker over again

In the corners locusts rotating
Empty me feeding