The Builders Pile

open and close
light gleaming
shines like memory
in explorations
of humanity
that's waged war
with itself

light gleaming
bleeds past gaps
jumping flaps
of folded neurons
creating waves
clocking
paces of life,
coordinated

Shine like memory
or dream like hope.
The truth of pasts
or hopes for creation
spin faster than
orbiting planets
or crawling grasshoppers
in this world
of multiplexity

Exploration
near to earth
does what must be done,
then does what it can.
Soon finding it does
the impossible,
simply building
on what is.

Humanity
builds a simple model
but in reality
humanity
extends beyond realms
of simple explanation
no matter how creative
or energetic the maxim

That's the waged war:
controlling our understanding,
addicting to dependence,
hoping for a past,
and dreaming of a truth.

Humanity
coordinates
multiplexity
by simply building
realms
in dreaming truth