System LocationsThey odor from far away.
You don't gotta see them.
Just air.
They slip like shadows.
No light.
No map.
Without his own direction.
They suck and they simmer.
Still.
Since the monkeys learned to add.
First bill.
From the first debt.
From the first: “It belongs”.
System locations.
They're always out there.
In the halls.
Outside the door.
Under the table.
In footnotes.
Rules.
In another people's signatures.
They're sniffing.
They're checking.
They're counting.
They're comparing.
Not due to the fact that they know.
Because they request to know.
Because the strategy doesn't like empty places.
And the man who disappears becomes an empty place.
Then hide.
Disappear.
Don't answer that.
Don't shine.
Don't leave a trail.
That's how he whispers the night.
And they're coming.
Quiet.
No light.
No map.
System locations.
And only their stench stays in the air.
