I've always felt this planet's got a hidden Agenda. There's something else I was meant to see, to be whole Unseeking. Pilgrim put your bundle down, stop and weep at Liquid beauty, dazzling refractions, facets, emanations, compassions Paint. Screaming in a void for no particular reason, dysfunctional Triangulations gone. As whole encompassing you.
Information travels up from the back Side of the sphere to become global perception.
Advance deposit, down payment on union. I'm moving A divining rod over subterranean oceans. Now Universally Brilliant and whole telegraphing, telescoping The unknown to be known, known to be kind, to carry sweet cures, Shapely, fragrant, willingly naked illuminated quarry of pink Marble waves, beyond fear's gloomy veil, you've come for me in An impossible hour tearing time apart.