drown in a wayward sun,

cast in outlined shadows,

tickled on its underside by nimble fingers,

moving in the pattern of extensive universal freedom,

borrowed upon and begged forth,

sung to and theorized,

cascading with dark and light,

feared and adored,

rush...

down and quietly,

spun aimless and thoughtless,

ever and never with the absence of reality,

dipped into that essence of understanding,

the essence of void,

where nothing is everything,

and everything is nothing,

where future and past are blended into one relation of is,

finding sacrifice nothing,

noting dew drop hisses,

and morphine nightmares,

sugared with tempered embraces,

and silver kisses,

known not of obviousness,

nor blatant regresses,

but known of all these and more,

known of what pains and what pleasures,

known that good is bad,

and bad makes nice,

spread wistfully in a carefree way