No equation. to explain the division of the senses. No sound to reflect. the radiance of time. In the beginningest dream. Halls of disorder. Where we are swept to encircle dawn. Strapped in a low car. Racing thru silence. Trumpeting bliss. You could kiss the world. goodbye. Standing outside the courthouse. in the rain. Seemed like a lost soul. from the chapel of dreams. With a handful of images. Faces of children. Phases of the moon. One little thing you get wrong. changes the dimensions. Streets swept memory. Diffused and lost. Like a prayer in the sun. Sometimes you can't tell. whether you're waking up. or going to sleep. Spiralling. Unnumbered streets. All the games cannot be yours. All the sights the treasures of the eye. Does the divided soul remain the same?. No equation to explain. Destiny's hand. Moved by love. Drawn by the whispering shadows. Into the mathematics.