In the blue dark moments of the dream
Happiest with sense of self
Drifting and sifting through the images
By experience informed
To the limits conformed
Knowingly it comes to me
Fleetingly clear to see
Schism of empiricism
Truth beyond my simple science
So foolish to have asked for proof
Leaving my soul detached aloof
Mystery need not be questioned or embraced
Only know to exist across void of space
In the yellow light moments of the end
Joy fades replaced with
Weight all of it reposed
With hope in reality imposed
Gene G. McLaughlin 2004