Faint echoes illicit etchings that stretch
Further than the absence of our distance
Fumbled trails of jumbled digits
Our brains arrange to fit into sense
Reaching for warm vibrations
Resonant within such void
Static glow composing conscious
Countenance to quell our chaos
Astral arcs of crescent cradling
Poignant pools of prose and praise
Forming respite nets that catch
The day’s drawn out dreams
Looming always, weaving landscapes
Love and laughter lift the listless
Transposing painful plights
To smiles persistent, spent of joy
Trickled transit as varied visits
Vagrant visions carry verve
Flights of whimsy brimming over
In binary blurbs that hover nigh
Lighting the length of our plank
We walk to its end so aware
With blank expression
We descend into shared darkness
Max, or Not 