I ride the Vacuum, from Black to Blue,
Swirls of Sky, never in Vain,
if I remember anything, it won't be Heaven's Hue,
It shall not be the sacrament offered by any Name.
It might be better left unsaid, though
<~Surely~>
Heaven is in my Head.
So be there nothing to recall, if I've already recalled it All.

*All of Consciousness already knows everything, it is merely the act of Remembering