yea yea.

The wiles of night undress my guile.
Day turns dark, then night turns light.
As the light is snuffed out,
so too is the my doubt.
The morning sun brings warmth and time.
Time which breaks me further from reason.
Rationale is unzipped, unbraided, unripped.
Broadening the breach beyond belief.
Slowly, ghastly, my words become images.
Which leap off pages, like jackals and sages.
Orchestras roar while my soul, like angel's wings, soar.
The freshwater of 'earthly reason' swirl,
swirl together with the vast oceans of imagination.
This state is as real as the brackish water,
my earthly home.

Brackish water - where rivers with banks
run into boundless freedom;
where bridled belief is confronted.
Confronted by openness, by the possibility of life.
Where mind meets matter
which leaks into measure
upon which comes numbers of infinite proportion;
Unveiling the only law, which my existance follows.

The Son has set on bounds and barriers,
as the darkness has overtaken its carriers.
The Son has risen on openness and life,
as the light has enveloped it's glory and strife.