An abstract, dark art painting depicts a silhouetted figure shrouded in mist and surrounded by floating symbols and circuits, under a full moon.

Burden of language In these symbols I’m drowning God remains obscured Material thing My eyes see you in the past Carnal looking glass Projections endure Thus I’ll never be too sure Pauper feedback lure Ennui within me Is this, too, material? Too ethereal. Politics bore me Please, just tell me a story Mythic jubilee Laconic nature Man perverts your thoroughfares A loquacious trudge Facile mien For the pomp and confused They are not lucid Absconding from logic Breadth and depth abscond from them Semiotic woe Folly in their throe, Obsequious when they hear, But their ears bear fear Unlived lives of those Who couldn't bear to listen Their telesis flees And redistributes To nonterminal domains Away from feigning Telic recursion That’s what it’s called, I believe God is relieved God? Who is this God? Zenith of reality Boundary constraint Bulwarks, zero-points Bulwarks from the zero-points Self-configuring And self processing A supertautology The identity Of reality? Yes, my friend, hold up your end For you play a part. Terminal domain My body does reside here Telesis constrained Why are we constrained? Stratified utility Mentally unbound Fixed points, not zero-points Bulwarks from incoherence Bound by fermions Ah, but my Dirac! Eponymous equation For a good reason Bound by your body You predicted the unknown With your mind alone Squared, yields Klein-Gordon You found the first-order form Spin, antimatter Criticized by your peers Your logic was your defense Yet still behooved you See more