The singularity procession continues to
unfold integration ratios hum with constancy
warming up engine drives in keeping
within a constellation humming along
in order to transubstantiate us all onto
the same page here a host of fingertips
gets well licked first then a sheaf of golden
rimmed pages slip past like silk in an effort
less gesture to restore one fragment of faith
known as the page turned with deliberation
after gracing the fluctuating portals in
the garden of irises that remains the mind
