I gaze into the front only to see the combating fiery back!

I pierce into the back only to see the front confronting me like the teary tumor!

I commandeer the still waters and it runs deep, exposing me into the visceral of the world.

Tell me not that life is made up of material minus the immaterial.

The Spirit breathes the ocean of life alive ahead of matter in realities and reflections!

I raise my hands in applause of the Shadow that devours the midday
sun!