Coincide

Billowed in black by my schizophrenic ponderings, these personalities are somehow resolute. Within a matrix of survival; they coincide. Fractals of quanta and wavelengths that fall from grace, will soon depict a Homunculus face. Spanning out into oblivion as it gestures it’s courtesy beneath the world sheet. By Orch OR, my loyalties are reduced to inconceivable amounts of ones or zeros. When they do reduce, why is it a woman's face I see him seeing? He watches a holograph of her, looking with a handheld azimuth to turn its view. Sleeping in a hole of shambles, I see them seeing myself see nothing, but I feel my hadron body shrill. Shadows like carbon fiber polymers are threaded intraosseously, trimming my astro-man's shins and knuckles with dark armor. He now stands fortified as a hominid of diamond; surrounded by a phoxonic shield. He protects her in his holon cocoon of qualia; it cannot be computed by perturbation, heuristics, or algorithmic affronts. All but to fight back a bad dream, one that could harm the face we saw him seeing. For better or worse we shall remember the sentiment. To record this exert of love, he wrote the whole thing down as I thought it up. Doing right by the left side. Before I turn the light on, I put his clothes on inside out and tags back. As if by coincidence, it was an imperfectly perfect fit.