Putting faith in fragments
half remembered crumbs
and landfill icons.

’tis strange, this state of affairs,
where demigods fight for facetime with a diaspora
of numbness.

I felt something once,
it was like falling
down a flight of stairs made of fractal semantics,
interstitial, intertextual impositions
on the fabric of this so called reality.

This point of view is infectuous,
takes you unawares from the shadows of your doubt.
I need to lie down until
these dark thoughts stop nibbling on my toes.