Everything That Fractals

I am a friend of the void with myself.

Encased by these cell walls
From the inside out
& locked into being
All that is lost,
I find what I
May never escape from.

Taken through the cracks
Of fractured space,
Falling away into
The speed of light.

Created by everything
From the fragmented glass
Of fractaling dreams.

On the fragile fabric
Of shattered life,
That never dies.

It all just scatters
Over the web of time,
Under the ebb & flow
Of the tide below,
Into the reflection.

Survival is all that matters
On this field of the projection,
So what is real?

Static on the grid
Interfers with the cloud
Of the collective.

The silence is louder
Than any sound
Within the connection.

Violence is kinder
Than the protection
Of slowing down in time.

As is it has
Already ended,
All over again.

An ocean of tones
Cascade over the energy..

Only motion there
To hold us below,
The frequency
of the waves.

Remaining still,
"Fading away.."