Free as I fly over a solid sea

The liquid night embraces me

The horizon reveals ransom specks

that lie & mock consciousness.

From 33,000 feet civilization

imprints itself into the colors and striations of

Earth like circuitry into silicon,

the fractal nature of life ruthlessly

chasing the instruments of perception

at every level of granularity.

Subatomic particles are the new

Gods dying only when their explanatory power wanes.

Maya, dukkha, trance, tools, neurons…

To fly, one must first let go of the branch.