Floating gossimer white light,
Waking dream without an end,
Like floating,
Swimming and drowning,
Drowning gossimer white light,
And reflections inside,
A deep blank place where light becomes light,
And dreams become light,
A fullfilment of desires,
And perfection without possibility of loss,
But the ever present fear of sundering,
Piece and suicide desires,
More words to fill the void,
As I walk the bridge and try not to fall,
Walk aline that can only be walked,
When you close your eyes and run,
Toward the light.
