Blocks

Where did your mind go?

When the shapes of the letters shot a spark
down electrical lines, buzzing, ripples fanning outward into Holy recognition.

Did it linger on faded photo stock, on the days
of fanciful, masterfully wasted afternoons,
the only measurable evidence of which
are teeth marks in wood?

Perhaps the current took it elsewhere, to alien shores littered with imaginary chains, the same ones keeping you tethered,
a pitiful animal in
a traveling circus.

Or, does it invoke a golden key, the blueprint to slaying a giant,
for the secret of The Great Pyramid is to work simply,
Brick
by
Brick

Echo

Draw breath from

A self contained

Breathing apparatus

Filled with the cosmos

.

Exhume an

Echo; it returns

Slower and quieter

Than when it was young

.

Black water

Sick and viscous

Swallows tangerine flames

While the tower burns

.

Willing eyes

Looking skyward

Glimpse that which cannot be

Explained by pure science