Out of sorts with being in sync

I’m looking to simplify but not dumb this down,  
to crystallize the flow of light in tones of sound, 
into something we can move forward with –  
more tangible than the tics we’ve developed 
and more sensible than rapid response –  
an instant aggrandizement of position, 
positioned on edge in blurring fields 
on the slope of crumbling ground 

Some burgeoning fantasy quest develops 
across toasted slopes and though spring flowing shade, 
into murky dusk and down into night fire –  
on through the pricked points of thousands 
simultaneously broadcasting code onto the path, 
laid out with a mirage of muddied water, 
littered with signage, 
marking confusion away from established boundaries 
into a just pattern 

MM 10/15