Velocitas eradico

“Velocitas eradico.”

Breakneck – the traceur hurtling – cut from the stream, broke from the rank – blending all the shrapnel primed – reactive answers giving traction – throwing him from any height – incendiary force – shoving him against the wall – defiant, but he needs it like a trigger – one after next it chambers and pulls – when it fires he goes crashing through the soundproof wave – like acid-rain on asphalt – it thrums and jumps and talks like one – but there’s no time – it’s behind him now: circling, serrating – caught up with his future tense – no telling, just run – then he’s split between the wavelength – fiber optic razor wire – bone deep lacerations – dripping down like lithium – pooling on the surface of the sun – “You’re a trace,” they said, “not enough to form a whole” – drown them in mercury – the hammer cracks, the neurons drive – the cleanest route through someone’s core – a straight line he can't follow – just cross and jag and ricochet – ascendant, urban, coiling, climbing, slipping, diving – past the etched-in watermark – the concrete blemish interlocked – a shadow puppet fracture, nothing more.