Empty Inward Outside the inside takes the over the top Keep up the up work Out the kinks Livin' the dream above ground More abover than above Supra-above Über-above Hyper-everoverabove Concrete creeks with side-winder dreams Above cracks to keep the windows' hollows Not open. Never open. Above open ‖Again‖ Lysergic acid rhythms Circadia, Dustin (where is that? Here. what time is it? Now.) I emptied this and that and found the Atlantic ******* Ocean But only the ephemeral waves Upon waves of æther ---necro-above--- Ecstasy of the senses Only after all The nothingness opens like a wrapper From whence it came (What is the "us"?) Can the we join the us and still get along with them. Where does the Earth and the water come from And why does it sojourn here?