beneath the churn of surface claim where borrowed voices wear a name the water holds a prior code before weight of thought erodes not ocean mapped , not fixed terrain where rigid forms dissolve again our field of thoughts can blend fixed ideas plea to bend codas call for deeper laws where certainty begins to fail a turning point, a quiet line let broken meanings re-align a line that marks clear divide ideological ghouls but what's inside the split begins end to end a consolidated truth breakfast blend above the world is split in two black, white, false and true sliding down that simple frame even conflict loses its name clickety click, lay to rest put uncertainty to the test see the bearded fisherman above baiting a missing link for all I was
