Spools of endless planes
driven over cycled chains,
long, thought-gone and lived,
whether found or ignored,
stretching immeasurable space echoes
endlessly unifying all that exist
within a tree cosmos,
expanding/retracting/blooming/f a d i n g,
quenched by everlasting knowledge-dew
proving the beyond that was never gone--
it's living in our head-room,
pulsating light windows in resume.
There's Nothing that you see,
& Something that you don't believe,
everything that you will be
manifests in your dreams.
