remember when
the printing press
exploded? they found
a person among the wreckage--
paper and ink
as his bones and flesh.

he moved outside
Intertia's
city limits, contentedly
making spools of colors
unravel in
stochastic starbursts
of prayers.

then I remember
the day
Karma came
and colors
began to unravel him,
left him bleeding
stardust
into turquoise amnesias
he screamed out in pain
clutching for a soul
and then he woke up
and he was
you.