|Picture credit- David Cox,2008 Visualizing the Sieve of Eratosthenes|
Seeking fleeting light and beauty in small hours. Searching small margins for the bleakest of consolations. Reaping an enlightenment that was brought out forthright. Supplanting only with a profundity of misgivings.
Vacating all sensing of making moments whole. Gripping adrift some claustrophobic sense of belonging. Mourning beyond the crest of well-scripted ideals. Burying the baggage of all hope and its remains.
Watching the lines of your fingers intersecting. Blurring in the first light of semi-conscious awakening. Drifting in cold comfort a voyeur of subversion. Praying an opaque projection of sense and context.