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.