That, Which Lies Beyond The Labels

The more I look into the void, the more I realize

We dream eternity which we don’t recognize

The Word is an illusion, just an infinite sea

And in the starless blackness, the unawareness’ spree

Somewhere between the atoms, so infinitely small

There is a scent of vibrant tickles, silent blows

Between the constellations of nothingness and heat

There is a bird that whispers songs bitter and sweet

In universal ruffles, there is a hidden vagrant

So tiny is our lucid stage of dream, a stagnant

Phase of conscious suspense that transpires slowly

Through the cosmos coyly and through sine waves boldly

And in this vivacious, immense, fractal cauldron

I float and gaze and try to behold eluding light of

That which has always shined bright, but to our own blind seeing

We did refuse to embrace that, which lies beyond the labels