no words fill my mouth
or cross my naked tongue
weaving wiles upon my
                                            burnished lips;
no,
         i am not eyes seeking
         the unseen without the herald
         of fire or grace

i am more than the sum
of flesh with blood,
the bridge of thought

i shall traverse
the straits of morpheus,
the furrowed path to
the singularity
                            of doom,
alone,
            unbowed
                               and unburdened