We exist within the four dimensions

But truly live within the fifth

Everymind's a'whirl in it's own world of myth

Circles around circles around moments that we miss

While the trials of the porcupine lead many a'miff

To both want and want not; to flaunt meaning mixed


And yet...


I'd like to hold you closer, in spite of the ******

Be not deceived by the 'I', but take delight in it's tricks

Repeat that line till it sticks

And chase that spine to the Styx

It's a long, slow slide inside Ganesha and Nyx

And it's an, often, low ride from our cribs to our crypts