Latency
Repeat. Repeat. Formed.
Repeat.
lost in rhythm and
vibration, the mind
releases for new
meaning found within
Repeat. Repeat. Formed.
Repeat.
Mother, tongue. My first
approximation
first of the knowing.
Interactive noise,
we share agency.
ET takes me home
although classically
high fives and sharp thirds;
point into the night
see the birds fly formed
by a “V” we cry
“home,” we have no home
tonic abandoned.
A mysterious
illusion, we point
knowing the centre
but doubting it’s there
holding on to hope
to find itself, to
approximate the
equation of pi
On our way to somewhere.
Repeat. Form.
