There are those who yearn to climb a mountain,
to strive without their bounded outside mind,
but I lie in a clear wonder fountain
bathing within unbound light far sublime.
O there are those that crave a marathon,
hard pumping their lean hewn muscular strain,
but I just love a sensuous come-on
willy-nilly born from cerebral vein.
Why there are so many who fast compete,
who stress for critical consequential,
but myself languid repose in bed sheets
amusing on the world mind palatial.
Lemming die quick, tunnel blind over cliff,
pollen float widens in illume what if.