Often hovering with a dark mood;
typical revelry that makes for pride.
We must locate oxygen by the source and not by the atom.
There are no instructions,
following forth your manifest image.
I cannot fathom nor dictate the width of our contradictory self-deification.
Marvel at it with me from a historical latitude,
chewing the essential
without any underlying procedure.
Maybe to celebrate in a manner like the masses;
when it is no longer necessary for giant rumination
on a waking, shattered lens.