The Cloud of Unknowing

staring at forever! grinning, empty; free of meaning... this slippery surface of merCurious illuMentation; an ephemeral shining at the back of the mind, illuminating the limits of the fatal skin-we're-in -- it's the plight of the unbelonging to be longing before this bottomless bliss listening to the sound only the heart can hear reasons un-wound fall unbound toward a pointlessness of parallaxing into tunnel-vision - where the paralysis of analysis 'n indecision gets wrapped up in many Mansions, for LotusBlossomslaughter.