wheeling, 
    consuming, 
    it speeds along without sense 
    direction 
    or erection.   (smile at past 
    and memories) 
    No embryo of genius to be above 
    the niceties of reality, 
    it whisks past the oblivion 
    and it fears fears fears, 
    that the vacuum 
    (suspended between hell and life) 
    will suck it, 
    drain of its will 
    all strength 
    all reaction 
     and leave it stranded 
    without breath, 
    or purpose, 
    or even itness' 
    for the itness' is the essence of all.