the invisible air is salted with ephemera
buoyant little animals and neutrinos
such whatnot as we can’t possibly apprehend.
for reasons unknown.
does that make sense to you
we may be emergent
or our conscious selves emergent
[the numb miracle of careful wiring]
but we gaze back at the home matrices
with annoyed wonder
strangers to our own fabric
i hope this isn't supposed to make sense
o did i say that already