Flying around uprooted and groundless Freer than wind from one ear into other Constants are constant, all else shall pass Consolation sufficient liberating thought An illusion of an idea Comes to my mind, no erupts and breaks in Meaning that does not measure To neither length nor color, temperatureless and bland... Idea Thought... Lighter than air... Yet feeling weighs more than a mountain... Being a thought, an intangible substance of External force overtaking the inner Galaxy ... How strange how lovely how refreshing Like a fountain of nonesence so lively and warm so cold and greasy so sloppy and sad So much in between so many layers and shades All illusion yet more real than my skin