Ever since we disconnected the grid

Ever since we disconnected the grid 
predators have followed my bearing. 
Buffeted by regret and holding my council I hid 
as I am moored to the vanguard of time hearing 
critics say you can’t be moored to a vanguard 
for fuck’s sake. What will be the point of reading 
this? I strive to hold you from the first word 
‘til the last leaves you wrung out and transformed

as the infinite bell were heard inside the outer 
layers. My heart aches for that one chime 
that one pure sound sets free. You cannot hear it 
once, nor count the themes
like Chinese, Ogam or Runic hieroglyphs 
where the symbol is nearer to the meme.