I hit the gusher of Truth in
moon
  of the bloom
      of serendipity!

I see a crystal ocean of splendour
  rushing in sublime purity,
    exposing me to cascades
       of a glory on the plateau
         of eternal treasure.

Waterspouts in golden cataracts
  in a 7-step beaches of a glory-
   fleet in carnival outflow of
   transcendental beauty.

See falsehood fleeing in escape
from the ravenous whirlwind teeth of Truth, taking refuge in fleeting illusion,
running out of time into expiration!

It's an inglorious death for the power
  that takes refuge in the darkness and
   its insecurity
        and ephemeralty of life!