Torn from the Waves

Torn from the waves by steps

towards the algal scum

water moves with an eccentric shuffle

against the grain of gravity

which etched the rock

easing craters and mountains

slowly back to its center

with vigilant indifference.

Air that echoes with flux,

permeate that other

matter agitated by the light

which bears its own weight,

dissolve into it,

and burn in effigy

the engine of the sun.

Reality is only the extrapolation of simple principles into ultimately equivalent complex principles and back again.

i.e. a man goes out for a walk in the evening, he rests on a bench and admires the sunset, which he realizes is actually a video recording of a painted dinner place illuminated with a spotlight and projected from a very short distance directly into his retina, the reason for this extrapolation is that the sun had to be replaced because it was deemed too dangerous to just be allowed to loom over the sky all the time where anybody and children could look up into it and blind themselves. This knowledge is not secret in this society, there is no evil conspiracy concerning the false sun for if one asks their internet terminal “why is the sun a dinner plate all of a sudden” they are immediately directed to a government FAQ site which answers everything in a cheerfully matter-of-fact way. Pictures of ethnically diverse people smiling and shaking hands in profile frame the edges of the text like images of protective deities line a pharaoh’s tomb doors.