Visual Glossolalia

Beware the discipline, shake it off
The howls of gravity infidels progress their march
lulled into the technique by signals
harmonised by parental fragments
marrow and ligature in fingerprint bound
carrion; the feathered cloud
leaving tracks in marked dust
flourished upon islands of culture lanced by sun.
There is none as expressive
as their totem face, staged in variety
taken for granted like the framework of gesture
instigated by that initial division.
Serval-like bounds through chance
in common with miracles
patrolling the borders of sentient countries
with kingdoms arcing in the night
across looms of tangled prey.
the controls are jagged,
hidden by depth and distance.
the guardhouse that marks this landscape
3 talons in and guarded by albedo wolves
stirs as the measurements of the fallen
are used for their coils.