Floating about the surface,

Anticipation as heavy

As before sodium meets water

(Elements being personified

My metaphors literalized),

These are possessions I’ve

Bent under tragic authority,

Like forcing words to speak,

From inky source so meek.

The two temptations

Have found my place of rest,

My crusty Sabbath habit.

I’m coming around again,

Digging and churning,

Feeling for the dimples.

I found the gaping puncture:

A schism growing wide.

Then pulling at the seams

To make space for this

Great engulfing stitch,

I jump inside my formula.

Quantum recursive

Fucking Fibonacci.

Massive irony heart attack

Pulls it back into perspective.

Two sides of a four dimensional

Brewing and grinding storm

Sitting on your shoulders.

You and I are the same

If we look into the mirror.