December 22, 2010 - an hour after midnight

clades of disagreement,
shaping themselves as an ersatz
godling, etheric, unreal and casting
no shadows, where light
escapes and electrons pace
their own clades of
pliant objectivity,
itself a fiction, even now a lie and more
and the all over the place
becomes the never, and nowhere
do we find ourselves,
trapped by distances
and the disagreements that fill the gaps
the clades, the instance of the face,
a quirk in lips, the lingering eyelid,
a dissonance in lambent notes,
replaced now with the spaded
night of faceless
discontent