Relic Form/Legacy Matter

This, the form you see
Is not but legacy,
No longer bound by
Skin and
Borders between.

Point and glance
To extend
Beyond my former self,
A delicate dance
In waves and
Tendril touch,
To seek out by chance
What is;
Division erased,
You see me here, now
But what cannot be seen:
True interface.

What is
The matter?
A leftover piece,
Abstraction,
Paint-splatter.
Climbing high,
Higher still,
Delicate balance
On this:
Perception’s ladder.

Structure and foundation,
A house, a home,
Distant but
Never alone.
Break free,
Break down,
Form and
Function:
Erased/replaced
And I escape,
Change embraced,
No lines
On my face;
Just time
Observed and
Traced.