Meditation's Interlude

My fantasy was trespass-- into territory of another's head but of dubious gain, the honor pure and academic, wisdom's hideaway to be disclosed and nude of dress for no man's deviance is his alone. It is enough to glister there-- cold tremors, fluffy heavens reflect empty rewards, and reaching forth produces little assurance just how much two souls may share, or when we even think alike. Reward enough, for if we do approach such frightening phenomena there's little left to do but sigh, burrowing deep in our blanket rolls, and settle in, maintain the watch and know we shall not see the end, nor ever entertain the luxury of understanding why. ~