The Flux Of The Cosmos

There are rhythms
Beats of existence
In between these beats
Magic consciousness lives
The substance, the mortar, of life
The jelly of the pastry
Provide the sweet dimensions

My tongue explores the center
There is a sugar rush to existence
The pastry crust isn't where it's at
When my tongue enters the fill
I am somehow aware of my destination
I feel the rush to consciousness
I am cast adrift into the cosmos

I'm into the float
I dive and soar into existence
Occasionally I meet someone else here
I take sustenance in our comraderie
What a pleasure to swim together
In our secret lagoon
"Ecstasy"