Julia Kristeva
Taught us to read the text,  infinity,that slithering slop of the silky pherry searching and looking to ground.
This coming from Intertextuality and the school of  lost freedom or the burden of truth.
An idea which floats and swims the tide of time.
Lost in depths or explored in space.
That text of an idea which reflects reflection and mirrors it home.
Like a beacon shining above the tower.
A ray of Sun beaming heat.
Or a murmur of a beep.
Not lost or found.
An alien idea.