A game of triangulation a harmony of chords poetics of integration subducting a house of wars Echoes of incandescence sharpening time and space measured meters of footfalls anyons to distant shores Nothing is known of darkness origins it won’t disclose nothing is heard of silence matter begins and ends its show Families fade forever photographs crumpled in rain dust has gathered in shadows so nothing beyond questions remain Fields are stages of forever hosts for layers A game of triangulation a harmony of chords poetics of integration subducting a house of wars Echoes of incandescence sharpening time and space measured meters of footfalls anyons to distant shores Nothing is known of darkness origins it won’t disclose nothing is heard of silence matter begins and ends its show Families fade forever photographs crumpled in rain dust has gathered in shadows so nothing beyond questions remain Fields are stages of forever hosts for layers of things with the applause of one hand clapping shapes of colorful dreams.
