break apart the creation

break apart the art
with thoughts
to explore what is caught
in the eyeball net
in the thought matrix
in the word salad generator

we are trying to understand ourselves
stood on the shoulder of giants we made
to cast shadows forward
so the dark is familiar
and the suns in the setting skies
are fine grained explosions of truth

your paralysed detonation
your codified exploration
your translated creation