And I bear the weight of blind desire but secretly seek within the vacuum of pleasure's gain a dream of peace amid all that lives. For the peace within, I do not perceive, I do not feel the very deep of me. A peace that is the beginning of what I have specifically become Such a hold upon my beginning I keep. From the time of conception, and soon after first perception, we emerge into the open light. We are breathing, and even after crawling, walking, and perceiving self light, we are still emerging from the natal womb Growing, I am distracted more and more, traveling far away from my beginning as starry bodies are also but images of some deep uncertain past.
Ceaseless motion becomes constant.
Ever constantly increasing, by which I become quartered and tethered to a figment of light, lacking volition, helpless condition, spiraling to some uncertain where or when, but nevertheless traveling there for love's sake, for some dark need, some deep reunion. Needing a foundation standing, I live for communion with peace, within the mist of my airy abyss The dark of my past is commanding, beckoning me. The darkness there compels me to enter. To live, I feel I must enter. The light of day urges me.