There is no moment free of miracles, However swift and deep one's passion flies. Glory is the dancing quark of life, Alight with love and lust in all our souls. Born of the cataclysm, our burgeoning souls Race towards infinity, love Infinite, lust infinite, life Eternal as light billowing into darkness. Little do we see how far it flies As we spin through Earth-bound miracles. Nor can we comprehend these miracles.
Darkness is the center of our souls, Like still black water in the moonlight.
A motion outward at the heart of life. More cry than ocean, more wish than star, life Is the lyric of an explosion of miracles.