I’ve seen it all already
I’ve been it all already
All cascades before me
All cascades… no more me
Every facet, every flaw,
Every reflection, I ever saw

At the hollowest of centers
Ever quiet, ever still
Feel the whirlwind blowing
From the windowsill
Density expands,
Material contracts,
As my Minding wanders
The construct of the facts
Recorded through my Castle
A castle formed of clouds
Shifting in a storm front
Of undulating shrouds
Brilliant light and color
Afire on the air
Details more than clever
Exploding everywhere
Details less than stable
Collapsing as they wear

Is it Heaven or Hell?
The Realm in which we Dwell…
The answer may be, “Well,
It depends on the Swell”
For Riding a Wave
Is a High that will Save
But to Crash on the Sand
Is the fate of the Damned
The world is what we make
And so to turn the wake
We must rise above the tide
And form our Falls in stride
Dancing with the Rhythm
Of our Soular Cataclysm

Travel this way to the Core
Leave behind the phantom Shore
We do not need it anymore
No time to glide on Winds of Yore
Let’s Fly beyond the Revolving Door