Place of stasis and rest,
Which means, for most,
The deprivations of
Sensory overload:
Everything sound, sight, smell
And taste can loudly bestow
Vie below, as thoughts
Of gold.
But rejected knowledge
Rises to the palms
Above, turns
Meringue chaos
To a flowing dance
And bows to the hordes,
For the holiness
That's not yet
Escaped.
