no words fill my mouth
or crease my naked tongue,
weaving wiles upon my
burnished lips;
no,
i am not eyes seeking
the unseen without the herald
of fire or grace
i am more than the sum
of flesh and blood,
the bridge of thought
i shall traverse
the straits of morpheus
the furrowed path to
the singularity
of doom,
alone,
unbound
and unburdened