Is this a dream I weave with my eyes?
A subtle web of intertwing lives
I sense infinity in every glance
Is this pre-determined or just by chance?
A melody of atoms harmonised at conception
There is beauty here with no exception
What strange shapes I see, dancing with grace yet such uncertainty
The unity of chaos, a force unknown to tame
What odd colours I hear, all of which blessed with no name
A dilation of ego-an inflation of thought
Stripped away of all I was taught
To begin is to end, to sleep is to wake
Destroy what you build, and give what you take