Underneath the reality,
Whistle of the vehicle steering, a ditch
On refugee’s Anti-road.
Circuit built up by dust and blocks —
Labyrinth of networks, bustling Darktropolis.
Explorers and merchants, smugglers emerge,
And the Knight of the Faceless,
Wipes fingerprint, rides
A shoddy machine horse, into the wall.
Handshaking, while banquet’s prepared in the square,
Walking on the stumbling road carved by martyrs.
Ants exchange their gaze, weaving the nets while intertwining,
Referring to Character while apart.
Hard wheat transmits across the backs,
To feed the emptiness of the flesh.
Your steady hand rises in the air,
A silent head rises from the water.
We talk like water ripples,
Or electrochemical signals of the nerves,
Or the 0s and 1s on hard drive.
Door to door, standing in the world,
Looking into each other – the Obverse and the Reverse.
then you shuttle between them, back and forth:
Open, closed, open.
Memories fold, align, and disappear;
Running from this moment, to the other,
Back to this moment, in a circle.
A crack, a crease.
A crystal in time passed,
Dark matter, and reefs
Swept by the ocean, with the tidal force.
Lacuna between hyperbola and asymptote,
— Centripetal and Centrifugal forces;
At the end of the Cosmos,
State the freedom of an atom.
“They don’t care,” yet you say —
In the dream, things we don’t meet,
Then tomorrow, we will forget.
A Draft. Inspired by a basement dream.