Perpetual cycles of unconscious whim
Closed eyes whipping frantically around
The trance of forgetfulness weighing heavy on our eyes
The mechanical determinsim of dullness
The evolutionary lineage of distraction
The centerless center
Remains the eye of the storm
With every arising
Or what we call moment in time
How do we choose to be
Where do we choose to illuminate
What world do we choose to live into fruition