how many echoes

thought

themselves eternal?



explain away the 

quantity of

destinies ground to dust,

whose shape is unseen

in this 

millenia, the next

or 

last.



the indefinite interpretation

of place, and

time,

and

station, after station.

the audacity, in space, to

dream

a self significant.



yet,

within the flickered neural frames

forever

finds a footing,

as,

a sense of certain

procures

some hard inherited purpose,

oh,

so deserving