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!