"an instant of clarity hewn" This line of the poem seems to me to be the thread that links images and writing.
Life and its contradictions present a constant paradox between what is and what is not being, between what is one's own and what is strange, what is important and what is superfluous, what vivifies and what molds:

grid-systems and penny-rhythms,
fingers on the pulse
to discern shimmy-schisms.

Human exchanges are translated into "You have so much, so many vouchers" putting the attainment of material goods above spiritual growth and the valuation of what is really worth.

far too many worlds
to bring to being—
songs stifled
by excess seeing.

For this reason, seeing beyond the apparent becomes an obstacle to advancing in the sowing of consciousness, rather than a blessing, as it really is. So many worlds, so many creative voices, so many artistic projects, so many crossed thoughts, so many obvious truths relativized by the excess of words, or perhaps by the lack of the just and adequate.

so many words uttered,
too few deliberate;
the few that are
seem inconsiderate.

So many coded messages to awaken sharpness or perspicacity remain in good intentions and not in the expected change. Therefore, the order of thought is reversed and no longer based on words that are often not understood or deliberate or debated. Now, the proposal is more visual, suggestive images that ingratiate themselves with sensitivity. A leap of faith in humanity and a new rehearsed route to fulfill the lofty mission of illuminating and expanding Love, despite the daily frustration of too many words said.