In the immortality of the void
You have to let go of everything you know
To become another, to say to the destroyed:
I am, and to all that overwhelms: I flow.
As you reach out to what so far away
Surrounds you, transparence and magnificence,
You pull in all it is with what you say,
Your artist's rendition just as immense,
The otherwise unimaginable
Drops like secrets whispered at the table
In a procession of glittering playthings
That turn back into you so readily
They must dissolve again, the forms you see,
Which feel, now that they are real, like nothing.
