A Monologue with the Æther

Self Is the Longest Journey

Reflections, Thoughts & Abstractions

Reflections what I’ve had in my head While lying late at night in my bed Have been strange enough to make me think That I was dead.

Drifting along in random confusion My thoughts’ patterns, truly illusion, Have been real enough to make me feel That I suffered metaphysical fusion.

My nights’ abstractions in prelude Which the rising sun’s rays eagerly extrude Have been lofty enough to make me know That I am crude.