I crossed the line

----And saw the silver-boughed wave

Opened up upon myself

----To master my inner being as slave.

Torn open like a packet

----Of Pop-Rocks and dropped

Into water-bubbly.

----Sense can only make sense of sense.

And only the fool understands the fool.

But light and inner being,

------------------The light of our inner being

We all share.----We all understand.