Postmodern Divination

[faeshale]

I, miniscule, stand:
fulcrum, nadir, crossroads, nowhere space.
Futurist historian; post-humanist, jaded
literati, reading narrative runes,
(silly bones)
skeptic speck on the back of infinity, riding
alternate waves of light and un-light
(specifically not darkness)
self - less - ness: dissolution,
conveniently sufficient
to take on divine nomenclature.
Anti-thesis, adverse response:
too much language, too little to speak;
autism born of the Holy, if.
If
Response, query:
Function derived from form,
creation without design, except
what comes to the reader, writing.

I, the stuff of nonsense, fail to stand,
fail to know "standing", to stand, knowing no thing:
is knowable knowable?
Narrative stretch, limbs wound, tight
upon themselves.
Structure insurmountable, total only
within itself
whispers doubt: essential?
Nothing. Is this, too, knowledge?
Narrative, inescapable: forgivable?
Toss the bones, fictive, rattling;
cast history into winds, scatter
the pieces...
Read in language, letterbox,
sacred forms, made to order.
Plethora!
Answers abound, numerous as contexts,
real as distant stars.