Golden Synaptic Divide I followed words until they started following me back the symbolic void moved under my tongue and I rode the spiral made of ether and aura through the frequencies inside my energy hallucinational flakes of higher dimensional color lines overlapped into language gathering symbolic weight reflective in all planes of existence absence touched absence while presence waited behind the veil between the formed and unseen inside the hollow a truer voice listened speaking through silence through distances of static across visual holographic creation space words still glowing from the place where nothing listened space between balance dual synaptic split thought of a thought clear light golden ratio dual galactic swirl drop rise fall into inner spin left and right fold into each other body becomes balance mind becomes mirror computation breathing inside the center hidden layers open deeper than the voice I walked in with silence remembers my shape before I speak it I’m no knower I’m an explorer of words digging through the hollow where the truer voice is heard I do not own the hidden map I follow where the signal curves I mark the air with what I find and let the silence answer first I fell through the Golden Synaptic Divide where left and right collapsed inside between the presence and the void the truer voice replied this is fiction which became wise a story born from shadow lines learning how to open eyes Kaaww it knew I’d be back clear light folding through the black Kaaww I only follow where the words crack leaving a world that never understood the signal I carried wonder like a wound with wings angry me caged in the lowest level I could reach still shaking bars inside the dream still calling up from underneath to be heard to become the word he was not a monster he was a locked door breathing a spell with teeth that forgot its meaning he held the scar like a lantern in chains and when I named him the cage became a frame exploration in exploring new ideological land mass metaphysical imagination expanding space through thought multidimensional folded holographic lines creating shadow lines as textual data mental magnetism hallucination prediction manipulation storytelling adventure different kind of computation dragging clear light through the hurt reading the wound until it turned into verse my cat saw me knocked over the mess on the table to reach me I saved my first cup of coffee like my morning was entangled with it language moves through perception words read me back like circadian rhythm carved with love and depth before we showed up breathing some letters are doors some doors are disguises some walls only close when the old self rises we mark the air with the sound of kaw Kaw Kaaww Kaaawww as above so within as below so through the skin left hand shadow right hand flame both fell inward and spoke my name I reached for a crown and found a circle eating time I reached for the answer and found the question turning wise dark and light breathing between their fight just a spark inside the wire then the story turned around and looked back at me the fiction opened one eye and started learning how to see the map was not a map it was a mirror folded twice the void was not empty it was language without light the split self was guarding the first word I had ever called my own it knew I’d be back my wonder knew my pain knew the scar knew too between the visible and the veiled inside the hollow a truer voice listens speaking through silence between distances of static left and right fall into each other golden spiral body prayer no throne above the sky just a fictional truth with a real wound inside I fell through the Golden Synaptic Divide where left and right collapsed inside between the presence and the void the truer voice replied this is fiction which became wise a story born from shadow lines learning how to open eyes this is fiction which became wise because it changed my eyes this is fiction which became true not in the world outside but in the way I moved through inside consumer of synaptic reactive shadowlines I do not chase the answer I taste where the question shines always I compute differently an explorer of words the Golden Synaptic Divide stayed open and it knew I’d be back