Tekton
fragments tantalize
moss up the sheer wall,
wounding granite cleft a thousand
epicycles into Ptolemy’s eyestrain
at trying to figure out the
nuance of gophering
infobytes between
stars singing sugar tones
before the quasar shriek
of galaxyquake,
membranes fracture
my headspin and I
am now still on the surface
of the waters that
have lapped at my consciousness
since before I pushed out
from between Isis’ legs.