I am at the riff
You could call it a cusp
But the things I know
Are not enough
I seek and see and in-between
Yet everything is nothing yet seen
You see me for those things
But I am nothing foreseen
Because we are just going to see
Infinity is driving the disease
Am I you, or you I
And a question always why
So on a swirling darvish
Of our cosmos
We seek the best
We seek the most
Only to find blinding light
And then darkness at the post
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC
I am at the riff
You could call it a cusp
But the things I know
Are not enough
I seek and see and in-between
Yet everything is nothing yet seen
You see me for those things
But I am nothing foreseen
Because we are just going to see
Infinity is driving the disease
Am I you, or you I
And a question always why
So on a swirling darvish
Of our cosmos
We seek the best
We seek the most
Only to find blinding light
And then darkness at the post