I’ve realized the gravity of our situation
of the physics that binds us
oscillations from static
stacked on expressions and automatics
to conjur it at all is a sheer mystery to me
the eternal questions left with haze and no clarity
I ponder my own lucidity
am I made of sand, stardust, or thread?
A message through time
inscribed in the fabric stained lines
It reaches me at a distance
like a wave that breaks on the rocks of my mind
An echo that reverberates
in the halls and corridors of my palace
And yet I wonder how each brick was laid
My own construction remains as mysterious as it is to you, as it is to me
[kiem]