I, the dream of a god,
an outcome of invisible hands
at once performance and spectator
this precise instant
this internal precipice
a newfound religion
whose scriptures are written
in every one thing
where the god and the dream are the same
the cloud and the rock are inseparable
the sweet motion of transience
coursing over the stream of eternal action
I, alone and united,
one more spoke of divinity
one more billow of infinity.
