stuck somewhere between an abstraction and an impossibility.
is this my reality?
or does it lie beyond the infinitely definite screen of smoke.
in the absence of dimension colors and light shift into anything but substance.
what is not struggles for relevancy in the absence of what is.
halves exist aimlessly.

where is the floating rock on which to ground. where is the single drop of perspective necessary to ripple through this severed web.
is suffocating the same as forgetting to breathe. or forgetting how to breath.

or forgetting how to remember.