at the same time, god and we meet. upon the awakening, when the self is born, molecular hands assemble through the mess of organization the scaffold that of this creature, a being greater than the sum of its very orderly parts, grinding away at the local universe, enduring the regulatory storms, the systemic panic and…

in the shadow of ancestry we lesser sentries huddle, locked in paralytics as formless terrors possess us, anxious lions. atonement far from attainment, transforming daily with the sun, chasing round its burning gaze through a trail of sweat and repetition. streams move through us, bits of existence, the wind of god, and we awaken slowly,…