Stalking strangers earlier on,
new flesh soon joined, looking for admiration.
So far only two pictures on,
like a blank wall, eager for decoration.
Glimpses of Time swirl the Saturnian Wells
with shades bitter in darkness from the Man that in dwells.
Voxel-painter turned chisseler, sculpting all away
with the leftovers of excess, a scattered dismay.
The opposite of the stalked-stranger, accumulation
of estimuli and mind: a dense manifestation.