Tides have withdrawn

Infinite miles of Summer and Night

Nothing is known

Secret codes wrapped within

Terminals and modes

The way the words were read

Staring through blank screens at stars

In a world unseen without hands or eyes

Grasping straws and staying still

Absorbed and involved as walls revolve

In circling blanks around the quantum square

Numbers formulate, move from state to state

Some telephone

Tides have withdrawn

Infinite miles of Summer and Night

Nothing is known

Else what is there