White, voluptuous heaps ripple across the fervent, upper air,
Like the waves of hallucinations,

That envelop my temporal being in the midnight hour.
The essence of time contemplated,

While traversing these polarized manifestations.
The heaps roll for miles,

As the waves come crashing down,
Only to wash up forgotten memories,

That have sailed the oceans of time.
Fears and dreams coalesce and create some unknown entity,

Buried deep within the ocean.
A lucky collective has been able to reap the rewards of this unknown marvel,

And with it, they’ve tried to share the bounty,
but the ones with whom they’ve tried cannot fathom this treasure,

For it is only a dream to them,
Something they’ve lost deep within the ocean.