Trail on, streak of thought.
Wide is the gap upon which these threads of being surface,
Dappled, as they are, with quarks and quicks and manytimesagos;
Brilliant spasms of new molds sprinting like sprites
Across a vast mindfulness.
Trill, then, past ego whirls and caped and capping fury;
Beyond, where the vast and varied treeseeds sparkle,
Breathing my name.
