Little monsters frolic
           pirate ships "ahoy,

Imaginations gift of play,

An invisible play-pal,  
     Creativity of a youthful mind.

Keeping monsters of night away

A merging of two,
not unlike another,
spectrums of shade
                        and light woven.

Coalescing to become
more than the singular,
A marriage of differences
                         becoming one.  

Beauty is a footnote,
a visual acuity of senses.
This eclipse of submerging
                          within another.

Now hues are a new emotion
painted on the sight of others
senses, like a new flower
                                  blossoming.

it usually happens to you, when you're solving a sūdo(h)kú...

   getting all *spastic-fantastic while solving a puzzle,
my eyes darting-autisitc...
      i had a thought... in an algebra form, associated with
the letter x... or χ (chi),
      relating to, probably the two most famous "quotes",
                     i.e. clichés (clish...          says) -
what where they? cogito ergo sum... and carpe diem...
so i made a little diagram:

                                        cogito    diem
                                                   χ
                                          sum      carpe...

in the cartesian example? you're not prompted to do anything.
oddly enough...
             where did the ergo go?
                               well, it became lodged in the χ (chi) for one...
for seconds?      article scissors... or the basis for atheism...
       what, exactly, is, the day?
                   your birthday? d-day landing in normandy?
     the 8th of march 1917?
                                        funny, eh? i think, i seize...
                 and then the sigma of: a day, the day, or being in general,
the summation of something.
                how about: seize yourself?    sorta like...   carpe sum?
and the infamous: think of today:             i.e.       cogito diem?
the χ (chi) is based on the principle of expressing ergo...
the cascade...
            the waterfall...
              in cogitans no- veritas (there is no truth in thinking) -
  so much so that:         qua res cogitans... no- omni vera -
        as being, a thinking thing... there are no all-encompassing truths.
            what's the 20th century conceptualisation of
the ancient latin carpe diem?  heidegger's dasein...
                             heidegger's dasein is, literally, carpe diem...
a day... and seizing it...
          well... the germans just call it:         tag, for what's diem,
   and seize...    ergreifen, which is consecrated on the latin
altar of the word carpe...
   if a roman were to say carpe diem, a germanic "barbarian" would
reply ergreifentag... or in modern spreschen, dasein...
   as in: being "there", there, also denoting the temporal realm,
   that in unit, requested encompassing the universe, isn't a minute,
or a second... but, a, day: the day is da, i.e. where...
            which is why carpe diem compliments the dasein
conceptualißation, so wonderfully;
        it's also a necessity, to call forth history, as the happening,
or in dasein terms: being...
                   as necessary, on a particular day,
          in the realm of universal / uniform experience,
                of ranging possibility, either fulfilled, or abandoned.

****! that scent of soap and spring nearing its end is still ****** my nostrils!

a few days ago?
                                i was lodged in an "arson" plot...
     my neighbour was trying to make
a bonfire...
    oh you know... burn a mattress...
a television...
  and some other ****, i can't even
begin to fathom to remember...
      he's was like... why isn't this
turpentine substitute i soaked the mattress
with lighting up?
        so i suggested... you need something
lighter...
               thin paper... toilet paper...
     so his mom gave us some toilet
paper... he soaked the roll with the ναφθα...
then lit it... phooo!
               talk about going to a hairdresser...
the ******* bonfire smoked... and smoked...
he he he...
               flames as black as the eye's pupil...
thick dark smoke...
              i mean... who the **** starts
a bonfire with *white spirit?,
                    naphtha? but i helped him
get it going...
        obviously the fire-brigade showed their
faces after less than an hour, after my
next door-neighour called them in...
  what, with electrical equipment being
thrown into the spectacle?
        who's surprised?
                  b'ah ah ha ha ha...
                            **** me, the smoke...
        it almost looked like some jinn puffing
out hookah smoke in pandemonium...
like my tendency to:
   stick my hand out, while sitting on the windowsill,
to see if it's raining (heaphones... can't hear for ****)...
this girl ahead of me, while i was walking
to the supermarket for ***...
  tight jeans... leather jacket... nice ***...
             she stretches her hand out...
     checks if it's raining...
                       ah, dear child...
                  i do what you just did... when i'm under
a roof... in a room...
                 fair enough though...
                            ah **** me...
the memory of that bonfire, and how i started it...
informing my neighbour... soak some toilet paper
  in the flammable...
      thoo!         ****!     fire and smoke to hide
the ******* shard... if you really wanted it to be
described that way.
   ha ha.