I am at the riff
You could call it a cusp
But the things I know
Are not enough
I seek and see and in-between
Yet everything is nothing yet seen
You see me for those things
But I am nothing foreseen
Because we are just going to see
Infinity is driving the disease
Am I you, or you I
And a question always why
So on a swirling darvish
Of our cosmos
We seek the best
We seek the most
Only to find blinding light
And then darkness at the post