Portals into other portions of this world, fragments framed in black plastic, hung & stood & abstracted & held in my hand while I assemble the land whose vision was given me with the hands given me using the words given me as the breath of God fills the chest given me and grounds me serene in this storm of obscene images & the assault of the digital abyss looming below the fold of screen whose end will never be seen —
For you God most high I will raise my standards — my life, my words, my code cries only to you & to bring about the perfection you promised not so long ago.
Through this remote, narrow path I commit myself to your repository from which all facts have been forked with forked tongues — forgive me, forgive us, clean us, rebase us, make us something wondrous.