Rushing, swirling, turning, lost,
pummeled, battered, beaten, tossed,
caught within the ebb and flow,
rushing onward ever so
through a means that has no end
on a path that never did begin.
Not for me and not for you,
not for God and not for truth,
for the churning beast within,
the universe within our skin,
the nihil binding every sun,
to a dark oblivion.