Made from the Transmissions of Alan Moore

Words are the combining of
the gods
into shapes and sounds
that inform the tide of human
energy
echoing back, resonating
against the fabricated village
we live within and under,
coating us like water
filling the gaps between
perceptions
a million flittering moths
shrinking down to the size
of particle mist, illuminating
and lubricating the gaps between
islands of ideas
and cities of constructs, blinding us,
accepted as reality