The lights became stars, which became streaks in the grayspace, and then networks of fading shimmers

Etchings endure, But not in SandMeanings Collide To Unresolved FragmentsCodes fizzle to StaticThey are not lostBut UnheardNever lostFading slowly to SilenceBy infinite degrees

Each form is inadequate, like a graft to be rejected by its intractable and unrelenting host and thus can only serve a brief and momentary purpose coherent to a context rooted in contiguous reason. This...

How can you see into my eyes like open doorsLeading you down into my coreWhere I’ve become so numb without a soulMy spirit sleeping somewhere coldUntil you find it there and lead it back home