this constant
invitation
into stark mystery

is a story
i flounder
to find words for.

~

a glance,
more
than eyes looking.

beholden
entrancement,
upon feedback's
looping.

~

i am a crippled logician,
wrought with wonder

in the thrashing
static jungle,
of no conclusion.

~

this is a flash
this here, the flesh

a blinding
binding light,

obliterating,
without solution,

a living,
i tremble in.

~

i am stumped
i am little
so small

hung
here
in the

sky.

~

a suspended channel
of ideation,
filling, with
empty utterance.

~

i am confounded
i am large
too grand

to
get
ahold

of.

~

breathing
multitudinous,
full, with
contradiction.

~

a grandiose
enigmatic flux,
miniscule
and massive.