I ponder, Thought of thought Breadths and depths. How shallow, or deep They can tend to get.
For there's no perception, Beyond my own. You know not all, Nor where we home.
It stands alone, With me out there. I follow it's word Without me where It's humming and pounding and stillness in shouting phases the best; Worse, deaf to the hounding.
Inside my skull I, mistified, through blood 'n' bone, See no mind, T'which I can name a name And stake a claim to be Anything less, Than Mystery.