Metavnoic Morphs (poem)

Raging against the seafloor
where hopes pinned to nothingness slide
too quickly with seafloor convergence
a mid-Atlantic rise of crowding fumaroles

Because the beginning of time inflated
with a word of pure reason
dimensions caught in strong currents let galaxies fly

Force and energy exclusive to morning shadows
singularities shorn of Universality
particulars required to feel the partitions
these dreams fade like little cat feet.