interminable seascape delusions the sand crystalline isotopes
hold my eyelids open a strong grip of madness on the true rest day
I watch those people warily they swim and fish
spear vital meals with uncaring wisdom no thoughts on the end
eternal growth the end a massive ego burst
through Creation simpleton pureness reflects starlight on newborn faces
mouths open they breathe fundamental particles into their organs
leaps life trans-viscous and the meats they chew
golden spears with nourishment sacrum the formed depression
bends a spiral truculence of spirit
yet the energetic highway traffic toward each polarity
om I Om om I Om
split the infinitive join the powers across the etheric web
in relative waves ocean sand creates launching pads where Terran creatures moil