Foreign thoughtforms hold attention,
the mind absorbs the audio-visual,
and spits the matter through the teeth;
nothing breaks the bricken wall
that man hath built to hold Logos,
just hums, the audio-visual,
never reach nor penetrate,
lowpass filter th’fundament signal,
never hear the base notes sing
a counterpunctual audio-visual
field with tactile sensory modes,
appended in a way unthoughtful,
and still the scent of plastic toast
that dims as one feels audio-visual
waves throughput their sinew bones,
hits direct; don’t turn, keep still;
but, one pause, one doth pause, and turns in;
one refused to be still,
one turned thoughtful,
blocks all broadcasted signal;
walks atop the wall,
and just peers in.