This so solid sphere
Is but a light- kiss away
From other dimensions
This heavy, hurting hardness
And silky, soggy softness
Numb nudity of winter
And bursting heart of spring
These made desires of being
And arousing scents of feeling
The bruising bass of fury
Pure voice on angel wing
Sunrisefor the seeing
Sunset for the blinding
And all the shades of dying
In three dimensions cling
While beams of the eternal
From the holographic kernel
Seep through this clinging matter
To display upon the platter
A richer feast of plenty
And a grail that’s never empty
While the fisherman forsaken
Bids the sleeping guest awaken
And consume the offering.