I am the stars,
The cosmic brilliance that will someday die
I am present often in the churning of night
But empty to the beholder of day break
Behold the day break, my brilliant cloak
Behold the blind,
Become truth in the darkness

And the truth will be blind in light

To run for a million,
To turn for a billion,
I must be blind or stupid
I must have quelled the rush rampant, pungent and purging.
The polished cosmos;
I must be the rush.
We are the rush, the rush,
The relaxed.

And the blistering truth will be revealed.