IV. Return to Diorama

No one likes this moment

To have seen the design

Heard the frequency

The chords of the Solo man’s chant

And to miss

The Wander is not meant for tourists

Endless stories cannot be told with death, enos

Take comfort that arrogance is shared

Isaac was firstborn only to the unread

Now sit in your muck dear Luci

Blush from the fall from the Acacia

Let the diodes illuminate the theater

Closed eyelids crawl with the pattern now

Draw its map when the dream gets darkest

If you should return

Bring fire