States of blank disconnection, lost
Time swirls away without warning,
Lacking markers, no sign of when
Those minutes went, ticked over,
Vanished down the gullet
Of some monster.
How do the eyes lie so well?
Their stories are tales of tall
Imagining, translated from around
To within the skull, pieces torn
Lest they effect tenuous connections.
Lies in solid state society breathe
Of wisdom lost and the dreams soar
When fail the lines of sight to fill
What we wish to know, understand,
To become one with, to become true to.