With the breaking of glass
I am flung from the Kerr hole
A fragmentalist in retrograde
Imploding outward
The star-chart′s sweet prophecies
Used to guide my lorenzian drift
To where I already am
Trapped in the infinite
But my mind rejects the cartograft
Of billions faux attractor points
Orthogonal drop from the vector plane
To esoterrifying depths
When my Lichtenberg-path
Finds a foundation to burn
I don′t think I′ll mind
All my projects are astral
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