What timely threshold taints the sunrise, yet
   soon should I find an evening?
No more the territory of all truth
than conniving chops of every feral militant dream...

Yet energy and activity, a vast proficiency,
   though embattled ensnare the owners of me
    with purpose and flair for the extreme

O moment too bold, yet forever in possession of transcendence
   true detente between the existent selves and the fantasy you

I am the sky
I am the sea
I am the reverberations of a deep deep blue.