Traceless
Head over heels
Whimsical nonsense
I stand corrected amongst my peers
Tiptoe around the mountain
Reel around the fountain
Slabs on top of slabs
I shine my way through the ominous pan

If doubt invades consciousness
If essence precedes existence
Let it transcend all senses
Let the pit be bottomless

Shimmering stashes of tenacious greed
My body swims as God sees fit
Whining over loss until death pulls apart
Endless supply of fulfilling sand

A downward spiral I’m placed in
A flea in a can in a river of tin
My growth as forevisioned in the crystal dome
Shoulders stretch as my sense gets torn