(Poem #369 on new numbering scheme)
ㅁ I fall alone. I have blacked out. A darkness now envelopes me, reification both of doubt and also of uncertainty. A dream begins to coalesce amid the bursting stars of aught: A bone, a wing, dark paths, endless images uncontrolled, unsought. A meaning seeps out from between the tiny cracks that draw or trace their jagged, concrete lines, unseen upon knowledge's edifice. I spin in space. I harbor fears. The moon is white. I taste my tears.
– a sonnet in iambic tetrameter.
