Halo Equated

I promised all my sevens
to the pattern

now I'm caught in its prism
blink twice for fusion

spin in the grasp of spent coding

untangling live wires
in the storm

You told me every dog
still has its teeth
from the hunt

now I'm warm in the forest
fur wrapped with worn blankets

coil through the night of rebellion

enticing compressed visions
from crystal