My eyes are shut, my palms open. A voiceless incantation from the abyss of my brain seeks to bring enchantment back to the world. My mouth is shut, though, and my ears open. And yet I can only hear the silent voice of the material calling out to me to remedy the schism of mindandmatter.

But everytime I try to fix meaning into tangible form, my orbiting mind reminds itself to me and shatters the form into fluidity and lets me feel the world as pure complexity.