All is external-ism am I here or really there, all roads move inward, all minds to the central. I am part of everything and all in us is all about and all around. Sound around draws to a dark world spare of silent night, of a blackness bold of sordid dreams. Configuring and conspiring in chemical realignment to make nonsense at sunrise, best not be desirous of that dream. For a vision of light is drawn from conscious state of possible truths to come