Smoothing edges

We take what is left,
squeezing out the remainders of the moment
we are filling in the empty spaces
and smoothing the edges
with a higher frequency.
Rattle and hum to the silence,
we move through to find the stillness
and holding out our feeble selves to touch
the invisible ghosts of our machine,
greeting the reflective mirror
with a simple hello.
Dripping with the staccato sound,
heartbeat felt and heard
in becoming one in the essence,
we paint our world in our image.
Melting in places
but occasionally filling perfectly
into the gap of consciousness,
we are left holding the place
in a time that has no meaning
except for which we give,
we surrender to that which is
becoming beautiful specters
of our unseen self.

Abstract found here