O to escape the throes of reality!
O to shatter the shackles of ambition!
O to wriggle free from the white-knuckled grasp of foresight!
My soul would leap wildly from the ledge,
to dive – twisted, gyrating, and splayed – into formless existence!
Time would dissolve!
Distinction melt!
And my being would float forever amid the dust
and the ages and the reflected sunlight!