Low rising beats,
heavy, subtle,
as thoughts meet,
the mind shuttles,
mountains to valleys,
peaks to flats,
down an occult sally,
far from this or that;
contemplation,
a free ride in space,
exhilaration,
without a rat race;
a star of thought,
sinking within it,
drops of light caught,
of mind drenching wit;
come back to ground,
placing lamps for all to see,
pouring away light that drowns,
quenching of dark droughts by luminous seas.
