The Top And Bottom Of The Day

Clandestine silhouettes tie the day together
The top and bottom of the day are a reflection of time
There is no division in the time or texture
The subtleties are translucent and merge into each other
Sometimes I can skip a stone into another dimension
Sometimes I live in the beginning and end at the same instance
Sometimes I desire to transpire without the distinction

The fact is that there is such a place
A place where logic does not exist
A place where logic suspends its control of the terrain
Oh there may be some sort of connection
A connection of unnecessary proportion
But it is necessary to transcend

Because if we don't we won't understand

Just as birds fly without explanation

Just as as night transcends day

There are things better left undefined
There are things better left in the surreal
Why evolve in explanation
Why exist in defined transition
Why not supersede reality