Golden Gate’s veiled -- half mist, half mast,
The way the living navigate above the dead,
Remembering what we are
As we turn into something else.
The whole too returns to vapor
When each perspective’s been considered
Becoming irreducible again,
Charge nested, invisible
Yet each tunes in
From their own dream,
From the one resonant frequency
That becomes them
Like a fork in the white noise
Humming a hertz beyond
Everything that has ever been
Experienced by anyone.
