for within each of them I had studded the entirety of
all of the others
and had I not turned down the lucidity
all vision would have quickly feedbacked to white light
so that what one might have been tempted to call a vast
emptiness
is more properly only an approximation thereof
a calcification of the pretense of space, like the cross-section
of a bird's bone
and if I could let that bird define me
why, then I would have succeeded in my dream