Sift through the noise, find the signal.
I want the granular,
The smallest point of the smallest
Stretch of skin on my fingertip
Where uncertainty dances and sings
Like a hummingbird, where language dies
and all that’s left are the gestures of the gut.
Show me the origins of darkness,
The birth of form and void.

Show me the cracks. The unlimited
Nothing. No exaltation. No epiphany.
I’ll brute force the secret with a mind
Like a hammer. I’ll swing against the darkness
Again and again even if my head breaks
Open and I spill out of my skull like yolk.

Show me the monolith.
The worm at the core.
The inscrutable thing behind
The pasteboard mask of a
Fleeting reality. I’m surrounded
By semblances. By interpretations
Of a nervous system grasping at the
Threads of approximations.

I’ll master the dark!
Without sight, without touch, without center
I’ll will every second of its passing
Until it succumbs and turns to show
me it’s face be it god or man or monster.

I gnash my teeth in the space between sleep
And waking. A lick of truth in the murk
Of half consciousness, sweet like the taste of
a lover but gone at the speed of
Realization. We’re lost in the depths of illusion.
Blinded by the sun, cheated by the moon.
My fingers reach and touch nothing!
My eyes strain to blindness!