You know what this is.

The seemingly eternal knot in the gut
so in constant need for the melody of contact.
For awareness.
A feeling of mutual sight.
Scherzo of the universe flesh
With the soul at 500 degrees.
A panoramic view of consciousness,
a rendition of the sensible memory
The void of else; exquisitely wind inhabited.
For execution of knowledge
So instantaneous and unhurried; such abnormal exaction.
When inscribed reflection unites...
Abating aimless selflessness.
A oneness; transforming of retrospect.