Methought to amuse the unthinkable,
to run after the trace of All that is and naught
just to race like a wild horse in circles of tail-tale,
and become bemused - more still desertly mad
in the uneasiness of human mind frenzied!
For realities merge, crash, and detach 'fore our eyes -
ever real, but always mythical.
A twin of water weeps as it rejoices
at the majesty of the phenomenon.
Deep within, all the fleshly suited renters
thirst for the goblet which will never quench
the full abstract desire.