Causeways

Frequent mires of association

Voices left unsend harken

Scattered dreams of lost connection ——

A tribe of many, lonely

We hunt

Over a scathing cold landscape

Of shattered mountain and frowning sky

Stumbles

Of blind awareness

Of tricks of light

Smoking mirrors,

The discordant melodies of strings vibrating

Through a fifth dimensional theory of dependency.

From.
 
 

What god (or)

Waiting

Knows words,

Signs of difference

Amongst phonemes and phenomena,

When such a presence

Speaks only

Of ones and centers

Mumbles

Of centering this vision to that thought

Of this touch to that sensation

So muddled in murky congregation ——

The borders coagulate and burn

Promethean

In the near-absolute zero of space

So near absolute

So near.