Flow in its intricate beauty, in its parabolic slide through an inexact thought, Niggling here and there as it soars through the rough appendage of reason. Flagellating the highs and lows of delight and sorrow, Titivating the realm of ecstasy to thrill the fluttering eyeballs, Brushing mounds of ragged hurt to bruise the tender, tender sensitivities. Then soaring, at once skyward, in a quest for knowing, Scintillating in a spangle of joyous, YES! To land, exhausted and deliriously happy In the knowledge that we two, My mind and I, Have won ourselves a freedom.