Forein this place of every beauty seen, and of those too unseen to be realized fore,
awakening from the stream's clear blue crystal quality, so clear it means more;-
than the fake and buried bees, existing of an abstracted image which put its richness on the line,
searching for the eroded past and the peaceful beauty of the finite.

Journeying towards a distant image; lost inter-remembrance of days gone by;
old-aged browns which in' unidentifiable grounds of a time-existence approaching fast,
awake though to its presence, and it knows me not to dream;-
inside so deep, to that age-old steep.

To be like a wake from a dream, rippling out'wards the conscious sphere,
to appear as the image of a realizationship, rustling true-trees' leaves, gone from a distant mountain.

Peering through odd-blue's - the dove, above is their;
many flying bulbs that reflect themselves beyond vague realims;-
as the fluttering fish of the streams below, swimming see-through space,
they are of origin Mehnt, fi-Bheim.

Fore, these airborne bulbs fly from the image way their and -isk, peering through-leaves; guise of tree-tranquility keeps,
you hear them calling, doves and doves - of lots,
and as they condescend down and to the level, around an infinite line of tree;-
say and call for me to see; their concepts are of a level above, too fly to reach.

Reaching them, as a stream approaches one's footprints which disappear at the end of a bank of brown;
verge of grassmoss merging through the waters up there, drifting calmly through blue;
leading path over to a distant vision, telling of the age of im, who knows when;-
that sends these doves carrying messages in paper leaf-sheds to and from the Mehnt, -im and -isk.

Seeing below, the infinite blue streams of paralleled beauty, and alternating seems of green;-
merging hybrid as a blue-green lead towards the horizon, vanishing short of it,
and down by the passing parallels of trees which are still;- moving behind,
they have their own peace of mind as they practice strange rituals of the passing of the squirrel.

Leaping to the air and through the air, flying from tree-to-tree to the far of trees way so small,
yet is sees one, it's seen them all, as all are identical.

And one sees the sphere of end-ever above and the Mehnt approaching dead,
reflected in the semblance of a dove, it could carry one to the sphere of beauty way so small,
thinking of the squirrel~s with their minds spin ahoop and twist, as they fly through the airs;-
in desperation only to find a land of disappointment, perhaps they will be forever.

Moving through these airs towards the im, stream-by-stream to the distant vision of the past,
yet this vision stands as steep as always, as an infinite, infinitely distant.

Realizing that all it is's you, this eternal squirrel never reaching what it sees,
and it is one with the neverending trees that share a common conceptual identity,
parting with all of the rest for an inner-defined real;-
lying in the finite eroded beauty of diction and contra-.

Then there were a forest of thens, and they fell inside of them, forming a forest of them,
in definition repeating and growing conceptually into an arboraceous hierarchy of thens, and then to come;
images upon images of themselves, filling all space behind; thus thens-them forests,
then to vanish it to a finite closed concept of end-ever.

Inside the Mehnt at last, now in all need be; this age of im, age of beauty,
entering the finite beauty of eroded past and the near-all of the inter-related Mehnt-ims, enter End-ever.

And in this Mehnt, so much for its finite, and the green 'midst the trees of an oak-dweller dream,
the hasbeen haunts in the memories that page one's mind, calling one from the Farrim,
becomes this beauty so much, the Mehnt-isk; the inner-concentration of one's spherical;-
as the mirdbinders call one from without the infinite of ultimate-truth into the Mehnt-isk forests of finite beauty.

Below of a clear concept, and green by a lower reservoir;- where one could rest in one's shadow,
to experience the past in memories; images of the present reflected off the flat water-surface.

Seeing a squirrel there, drinking at the water-line, becomes it much,
cupping its mouth to drinking ehbint-thur vasts, indifferent to one's presence felt,
to not part ehbint-thur reservoir of its squirrel aloof there;-
disturbing the reflections on the surface of the reservoir's sub-real; gentle morphogenic ripples spreading form.

So one's mind drifts through a fresh calm air of emptiness and conscious pseudo-none perception;-
sending conceptual brilliance athemi crystal rollers threw-out the Farrim;
these literal focal points like lots, jumping hither and thither, all to consider:
The philosophical existences of moles burying their blind eyes in moist unvisionables, grinding their way through ground,
all too soon to be seen, it is you, finding that was once already found.

Drinking these resplendeds to evaporate into the vapour-voir higher up; evaporating squirrels drinking-drifting,
reflecting on the surface as they condensate to fall conceptual rains and mountain streams, becomes this reservoir again.

Filling the reservoir with rejuvenated brilliants in circles of time-existence;- spreading out in concentric ripples
and re-evaporate vapours in indefinite repetitions; cool airs of the forest's atmos-sphere;-
sending one drifting into a dream of brilliants past, thinking of this vast,
reflecting through the calm airs so unawares;- upon the water-surface of ehbint-thur reservoir.

Watching and wondering upon this reservoir, thinking bizarre thoughts and dainty abstractions,
and journeying on out~in waywards
hypnotized by the circling somniferous ripples, whispering of a penny dropping; old copper-coloured monie;-
that could be;- from withinside the deep.

Observing you this squirrel as it drinks, you think it should have had its fill, drinks and drinks;-
ehbint-thur reservoir, lost ideas and sparkling, remembering its brilliants;- of stream's origin.
Let, it;- to eroded into entering this overwhelming richness, ever the more giddy,
and to see as those squirrels change their kind for symbols of erosion.

Shall they one day be of this reservoir, and the cycle of conceptual rains,
as they bend to see themselves reflecting in the reservoir's sub-real, to rain from the sphere of end-ever,
above, and inside - it
Till one becomems a kind of another - watching the ripples of the green-moss walls;- converging inwards, the centre.

Hypnotized into regressive emulation of an inward quality;- converging into a dream,
as through a subconsious fear one'ders where of the reflective waters' past, origin of Ehbint-thur,
above, and inside - it
Wondering of this fear as invisible ehbint-thur brilliance sneaks evaporation into the air.

Are they all in vain as this stingy squirrel drinks them past, cup by cup,
soaking through its body such disappointment pain, neverending search for the vast vapour-voir, up and up,
or will most of this reservoir evaporate into the reflective sub-real, there to rain again; self-consuming squirrel,
never full-filled, every day consuming septual rain, from in its body these cups;
vast reservoir with waters of circular time to its full, self-destroying disillusionment, and frustrated arboreal.

And below in this still of the vast ehbint-thur reservoir, wandering along paths of eroded soil; symbols of dream,
approaching and through a calm so still, and still so calm,
hearing-almost the odd tone of bark trees from higher grounds;
sounds-like a calling message of curiosity draws one further and further into this steep.

So as you ponder deep, you like a mole - dreaming of a hole into a mountain of lost ideas,
milling through eroded past, too blind to see;- and you sense of these reservoir grounds vanish,
drifting deeper and deeper into this age-old steep Mehnt-enter, wonder where the fathoms of fi-Bheim;-
where message-carrying mirdbinders descend to rest upon the shadies-floor;- from where they came.

Following beyond where you once wished-not be, as you read this paper of the leaf-shed;-
and what it says, where it says |- it is, you travel beyond inside your head.

Approaching one's destiny, every momentum less, journeying past;-
over a bridge of rich umber browns, with erosion of a many in visible footprints;- as to be none,
thinking of these hypostatic stones; looing crack-walls of the path in echo-under;- standing, one;
the pasts pathed by and the paths passed by;- the way of the inside.

Past is ehbint-thur reservoir and the squirrel of the lower grounds
and softer shades lower in light through an inter-space seen;-
between dream-concepts; percepts larger than normality would let live;
dark grounds of interspacial vast and conceptual null,
that inhabit themselves w'earthworms that tunnel around in them.

Hearing deep-deposit plurals from beyond this interspace scene;- resting in the cool shadow of a tree;
one's own where one could rest after the Farrim-nall journey.

Filling this interspace with a disensembled single of deep-deposit plurals;- sounding in a calling plea
and re-disensembles in acconsummate self-recursiveness; dissipation of the interspace's underlying-vast;-
enter the finite beauty of pure~erosion in this tranquil close of fi-Bheim, departing from ehbint-thur lower down,
entering to the intimate airs so unawares;- by the troftill ponds' safe secure.

In this intimate close of contrasting eroded~pures, resting on one's journey to the deeper self,
to put down the conceptual brilliants past and watch the animated abstrahends at way;
message-carrying doves that shy to originate in the leaves of ant-forests; green grassim frosts 'ere,
basking in the cool of fi-Bheim; thus inchoation of mirdbinders and dwelling richness.

By a pond which knows no origin,
sits surely in its own definition.

'Come not from the conceptual rains nor the mountain streams,
one lightens to the ground, lowered one's burden-carry and free,
to see this concept for a while, as if this is where one should be,
eventual seems but different of that to come.

One's mind could-sider 'wards to the simple and small percepts of 'sciousness;
dust-s which soft-light on the water-surface, and of golden fishes that bubble-slight;-
sounds in musical me-note-nies as they surface at random intervals,
and in this conundrum-close thinking of concepts - past and anew, inulternation - of one and one'self:
^ the universe - is centred around this momentary visit of the troftill ponds,
^ and to rest and fall asleep back into one's dream of ehbint-thur brilliants past,
^ as they are now present;- in the fi-Bheim origin of mirdbinders.
- almost ^
Back and forth so fast as together-hybrid;- that all is inside the Mehnt, its fi-Bheim close.

On the ground, some, those of the crystal concept~s falling free and the air of intimate peace,
in it so small, reflects all;- like a percept large, telling a tall-tale lie of this inner-real,
to pick up the stone-round percepts which fall free to the ground, from the ground,
collect them for later recollections, to member of the entities' surrounded close.

All it is's and your meanings you collect, and your mind tripples down on a level so low;-
where black ants collect own-stones smaller to their size, delicatessens of natural life-likes,
and you study the structured natures in formations of the ants;- passing messages feeler-to-feeler,
closing a conceptual space, an'tween-ant.

Following them over the ant-forests, through the short-distant of ground they cover;- with black,
as a stream they go, daring to flow in both directions, forward and back,
not minding to bump and resist upon the flow of thought;
to them they know-no flow of existentialist philosophies and not-belief, only.
resisting, bumping, communicating a-flow they go, closing conceptual space,
all become one, and none as a dark stream leading to a grave, to vanish without trace.

Followed these paths of thought where a stone-cold chills the cool air;
curiosity-keep of ant-likes inside the deep not-lights of a hollow tomb;
silent-air secret passage, and the mould-dew on the moss-walls wet;-
way within the mountain's solidity, outside of one's reach.

And a squirrel is heard below opening conceptual nuts and becomes one as he cracks them,
cracking them upon this grave of not-light, an unfearing calm of acceptance and secure affinity,
to not shed the tomb of its squirrel, wish to be mere entity of observation,
and surrounded by a spirit of calm tranquility, the ant'icipant watches one.

Reading upon the stone so much, to the epitaph of a will to be,
"without disturbance is life - is all" it says, "ay" - say deep-deposit plurals on the stone so much,
"Ay" you think in peace and calm, in realization stirs, the air
and around-sound fills space, to turn to the tranquil scene of late.

"Crack" as the nut-cracker adds a movement;- to the musical monotony adds life, disturbance more,
thinking active thoughts, a water-bird dives distorting the air of all;-
starting the startle-dove that searched the floor of green before,
to fly and hide from splashing sparkles, ducking dark barpolays the water-bird sent,
to try and find the safe secure of me palm, dove looks me in the eye, up to me;- stares,
but the black ants not minding to merging dark displaced barpolays,
and the ant'icipant watches over the black ants, not taking part.

"Ave" to the anharmonious intonations of fi-Bheim, calm cacophony past,
watching the peaceful moments again, as doves lay their minds to rest once more upon the shadies-floor,
and sparkling dis'-barpolays placed among the soft soil, percepts round;
reservoirs for living leaves of grass, aphides among the lower ground.

This dove of tranquil tears had nested in me palm; home away from home, but home away from harm,
to sing one with the mesmerizing monotone of undalarms, through the grounds of interspacial vast.

To the conceptual rains of the mountain streams,
one lightens from the ground, lifted one's burden-carry and free,
to see this concept for a glimpse once more, this is not where one should be,
eventual seems but somehow different of that to come.

Past is fi-Bheim and the repetition of anharmonic sounds
and the sparkled grounds higher in light through an inter-space seen;-
between dream-concepts; percepts larger than normality would let live;
dark grounds of interspacial vast and conceptual null,
that inhabit themselves w'earthworms that tunnel around in them.

Hearing the disquieting tones of bark trees from beyond this interspace scene;- resting by the streams of lost ideas rolling free;
one's own that one thought along the Farrim-nall journey.

Filling this interspace with a disensembled call of a bark tree forest;- sounding out a call to curiosity
and re-disensembles in acconsummate self-recursiveness; dissipation of the Mehnt's inner-space;-
sending one into a dream of brilliants past, searching for the lost ehbint-thur vast,
approaching to the crystal airs so unawares;- by the rapids ehbint-thur streams higher up.

Above of a clear concept, and crystal-clean by the streams of transide bi's;- resting as a shadow,
to experience the past in concepts; brilliants of the present itinerating upon the sparkling streams.

"Sip" as a concept-sipper adds sforzando;- to this stream-symphony adds contrast, disturbance more,
starting the startle-dove that nested in me palm before,
to fly and hide from barking trees, hiding from danger's quenchbell 'larms,
to try and find the safe secure of a tree, dove looks me in the eyes, down to me;- stares.

Seeing a hound there, thinking at the sip-stream, becomes it much,
cupping its mouth to drinking ehbint-thur vasts, indifferent to one's presence felt,
to not part ehbint-thur stream of its hound aloof there;-
not disturbing the reflections on the stream's moving waters; turbulent anarchogenic rapids spreading chaos.

So one's mind drifts through a fresh calm air of emptiness and conscious pseudo-none perception;-
sending conceptual brilliants athemi crystal rollers threw-out the Farrim;
these literal focal points like lots, jumping hither and thither, all to consider:
The philosophical existences of moles burying their blind eyes in moist unvisionables, grinding their way through ground,
all to soon to be seen, it is you, finding that was once already found.

Thinking these brilliants to flow into the reservoir lower down; flowing concepts itinerating,
reflecting on the surface as they evaporate to rise im-vapours and conceptual rains, becomes this stream again.

Filling this stream with rejuvenated brilliants on a circuit of time-existence;- flowing down in parallel rapids
and re-evaporate vapours in indefinite repetitions; transparent im-merging harmonies;-
sending one drifting into a dream of brilliants past, remembering of its vast,
drifting through ripples of unawareness;- upon the water-surface of ehbin-thur stream.

Watching and wandering upon this stream, thinking bizarre thoughts and dainty abstractions,
and journeying on downwards,
hypnotized by the flowing somniferous rapids, shouting of a penny dropping, old copper-coloured monie;-
that could be;- from withinside the deep.

Observing you this hound as it drinks, you think it should be heading onwards, drinks and drinks;-
ehbint-thur stream, lost ideas and sparkling, remembering its brilliance;- of stream destination.
Let, it;- to refreshed into taking free of this overpowering purity, ever the more faint
and to see as this hound changes its kind for a symbol of abstraction.

May he one be of this stream, and the cycle of conceptual rains,
as he lowers to refresh his memory in the stream of brilliants past, to rain from the sphere of end-ever,
above, and inside - it
Till one becomes a kind of another - watching the rapids of the transide bi's,- paraverging downwards, the centre.

Hypnotized into regressive emulation of an inner duality;- consuming all this stream,
as through a subconscious fear one'ders where of the reflective waters past, destination of Ehbint-thur.
above, and inside - it
Wondering of this fear as clear ehbint-thur brilliants flow away downwards further.

Are they all in vain as this hydrophiliac hound drinks them past, sip by sip,
filling its mind with so much evaporation rain, unquenchable thirst for the past concept-voir, every last drip,
or will most of this stream flow on by into the reservoir of the lower ground, there to rain again; self-consuming hound
never full-filled, every day consuming septual rain, from in the mind these cups;
fast stream with waters of circular time flowing at a rate profound, self-destroying disillusionment, and frustrated hound.

Staring at this hound so hard, it greets one with a pleasant smile,
"nothing" it says in a tone like none, "shsh..." - out shallow concepts come a sound; loud ehbint-thurs caught off guard,
"Sh" you think of quenchbell's 'larm, in warning stirs, the air
and around-sound fills space, to watch as invidious brilliants iterate.

This hound finally becomes his senses too, balancing on his feet again; thought-consume's refrain;-
that sends ehbint-thur brilliants sparkling through the air, descending to the ground to soak through pools of paw-bumb's brown,
and as he leaves the stream, in hesitation stops, remembering of a thirsty-be;
brass calabash left consuming at the sip-stream, fulled to stomach's content as brilliants runneth over its cup.

Turning back to fetch it from its rest upon the water-bed; those ehbint-thur brilliants once forgot,
and he grasps the calabash as it does for breath, to wrap its stomach around his own,
stinging to this reservoir of symbolic brass, and once more turning to behold a stranger-sight;
as hither-thithering thoughts of universal kind disappear together, absorbing through soils of erosion.

The concepts that sparkled on the water-surface suddenly be gone, joining in the closing of conceptual space
to leave behidden-hind an image of eroded beauty; the contradiction base.

And above in this still of the fast ehbint-thur rolling bi's, wandering along paths of eroded soil; symbols of dream,
approaching and through a calm so still, and still so calm,
hearing the odd tone of bark trees that sound the startle-sounds;
sounds a bellowing message of hostility drives one further and further into this steep.

So as this hound wanders deep, it likes a mole - leading towards a hole into a mountain of lost ideas,
spilling calabash's ehbint-thur vast, too blind to see;- and you sense of these percept-rounds divinish,
soaking deeper and deeper into this age-old steep Mehnt-enter, under eroded soils to the fathoms of fi-Bheim;-
where weary mirdbinders rest their minds upon the shadies-floor;- from where you came.

Following beyond where you once wished-not be, as you ponder this riddle of the hound-said;-
and what it means, where it means - it is, you travel on this hound-trail lead.

Approaching one's destiny, every momentum less, journeying past;-
over a bridge of rich umber browns, with erosion of a many invisible paw-bumbs;- as to be none,
thinking of the hypostatic stones; looing crack-walls of the path in echo-under;- standing, one;
the pasts pathed by and the paths passed by;- the way of the inside.

Past is ehbint-thur stream and the hound of the higher grounds
and darker shades lower in light through an inter-space seen;-
between dream-concepts; percepts larger than normality would let live;
dark grounds of interspacial vast and conceptual null,
that inhabit themselves w'earthworms that tunnel around in them.

Hearing dark sub-realitudes from beyond this interspace scene;- resting in the cool shadow waters; of eroded finity;
one's own where one could rest after the Farrim-nall journey.

Filling this interspace with a disensembled reality of dark sub-realitudes;- murmuring the reflection of a tree
and re-disensembles in acconsummate self-recursiveness; dissipation of the interspace's underlying-vast;-
enter the finite beauty of pure erosion amidst this silent demi-close of the shadow waters;- of, departing from ehbint-thur higher up,
entering to the inanimate airs so unawares;- by the shadow waters; of safe secure.

Amidst this inanimate demi-close of contrasting eroded~pures, this hound rests on its journey to the deeper self
to put down the calabash of ehbint-thur vast and watch the silent sub-realitude at way;
message-carrying doves that fly to hide in the leaves of termite-forests; tall 'scape-tree sheltering from fear,
freezing in the cool shadow waters;- of sub-real; thus digression of mirdbinders and dwelling richness.

By a waters that knows no origin,
lies surely in its own definition.

'Come not from the conceptual rains nor the mountain streams,
this hound lightens to the ground, lowered its burden-carry and free,
to see this concept for a while, as if this is where it should be,
eventual seems but somehow different of that to come.

Watching the calabash as it lays resting complacently upon the ground, unaware of crystal concepts lost;
ehbint-thur brilliants sneaking from this leaking reservoir of brass, dripping to the rich soil, drop by drop, dispersing in the grass,
following them as they soak on through the soils of erosion, downwards to the fathoms of fi-Bheim,
thinking to the polars of this bending bithlo't, parallel and one above another, dictates one further on and not.

Thinking to the fathoms of fi-Bheim, parallel to the past; barpolays sparkle soft in finite erosion;
leading to the shadow waters;- of, parallel to the present; ehbint-thurs sparkle brilliant in finite erosion.

One's could-sider 'wards to the simple and small percepts of 'sciousness;
dust~s which dense-light through tree-openings, and of unsuspecting doves that flee in fright;-
sounds in musical me-note-nies as they reach to the rest above at random intervals,
and in this demi-close thinking of concepts - past and anew, inulternation - of one and one'self:
^ the universe - is centred around this momentary visit of the shadow waters' sub-realitude,
^ and to rest and fall asleep back into one's dream of ehbint-thur brilliants past,
^ as they are now present;- in the shadow waters;- of digression of mirdbinders.
- almost ^
Back and forth so fast as together-hybrid;- that all is inside the Mehnt, its shadow waters;- of demi-close.

Notice on the ground, some, those of crystal concepts falling free and the cool of shadowed silence,
in them so small, reveals all;- like percepts large, talling a tell-tale truth of this inner-dual,
to pick up the stone-round percepts which fall free to the ground, from this retrospective hound,
re~collect of earlier collections, to remember of the entities' surrounded close.

All it is's you and your meanings you collect, and your mind dis'-covers the cool soft ground so low;-
where tunnels of earth worm their way through edible own-stones, delicate essence of ontological ex'-cavities,
and you study the path of antecedence paw-bumbs;- leading one-to-next and one to next,
closing a conceptual space, prin'tween-print.

Following them through the d'im-forests, through the short-distant of ground they bind;- with shade-lows,
thinking of the soon-to-be and far behind, thinking in both directional flows,
not minding to bumb and indent upon the hypostatic grounds of thought;
to them they know-no grounds of essentialist philosophies and not-grounds, only.
indenting, paw-bumbing, communicating a flow they go, closing conceptual space,
all becomes one's, and n'one's as an unemotional stream disappearing into a cave, fading pace by pace.

So shall leading, this doggone leader be no more,
enlightened to conclusion found, all it is is you - once wished not see;
a deeper self this hidden-hound, that knows where one should be;-
leading into the Mehnt;- inside of oneself so deep, into that age-old steep.

Followed these paths of thought where crisp moss-wall's not-stone calls, w'ispering cool airs;
keeps leading one, indent-likes' own inside the deep not-lights of a null-Mehnt tomb;
silent-air secret passage, and the mistic-vapour on the brown outside-looking-in;-
way within the mountain's solidity, inside of one's reach.

Enplaqued upon its entrance meant, to the declaration of a not-will to be,
"without disturbance is life - is all" it says, "ay" - say echo's ensemble of fi-Bheim remembrance sent,
"I" you think and one leaves them behind - the shades outside;- to try and find - the truth inside
and around-sound empties space, as one turns from the silence-scene of late.

Intering this cave of not-light as it calls one to the abode of the absent-minded;-
and it darkens to the light outside and sharp, the darker, the lighter.

Dusts hanging in suspension as the shades light the darker real; entrance to regression-self,
drifting passed through the moss-dew dust-shades, as this past outside contrasts small a might,
and as it fades out of sight of the cave-enclosure's heavy air,
sinking gentle to the ground-soil as the beautiful eu'-s of dust-light passes far away there.

One's mind could-sider inwards to the simple and large percepts of subconsciousness;
deep deposits that speak an epistone expression, and of mirdbinders that sound calls of cave's regression;-
echoes in ensembled extensions as they sound at uniform intervals,
and in these close confines one thinks of them - past and anew, inulternation - of one and one'self:
^ the universe - is centred around this regression-centre of the not-ing cave of everlast,
^ and to rest and fall asleep back into one's dream of ehbint-thur brilliance past,
^ as they are present;- in this not-ing origin of all existence,
- all most ^
Merging as together-hybrid;- that all is inside the sphere of end-ever, this thoughts-origin.

Notice on the ground, some, those of tacit relics laying calmly upon the rich soil of the cave's inside secure,
in them so small, reveals all;- like percepts large, talling a tell-tale truth of this inner-real,
to ignore the re~collected relics of soft-soil percepts round, laying ever fore one on the ground,
leave them laying there forever-collections; members of the mind's inner-space.

And as the palm-dove's mirdbinding echoes like lots; memories from the shadow waters of fi-Bheim,
ensembled sounds of plurality from one;- echoed through cycular time-existence and repeating in unison.

Filling this cave with mird-phonic ensembles of a single solitary call;- rippling out in concentric sounds
and re-echo's echoes in hierarchical extensions; reverberation of the cave's inner-secure;-
sending one drifting deeper into the cave of everlast, eager to leave the outside vast,
entering to the dense airs so awares;- to the concentration of end-ever's inner-rim.

And as on leads into the further dark of this cave, one could almost be lead by the indefinite absence;-
growing larger and larger, silhouetted against the outside shades.

The outside sharp like a ripple growing smaller rapid
the smaller, the brighter, as it contrasts to the dark within;-
the relation of a densifinely living space of life, this point-light sharp,
as the acorn that represents equal septual life as its tree, so much;- and to come.

Inside the Mehnt at last, knowing all need be; this d'im-age of purity,
entering the definitive self and the contradiction-all of inter-related Mehnt-ims, inter-End-ever.

And inside this Mehnt, so much for its nihilitude, and the dark absents in the airs of a void-dweller dream;
the hasbeen's haunts and the memories of mirdbinders that page inscriptions 'pon one's erasional mind, calling from beyond,
becomes this purity so much, the not-ing; the inner-inner-concentration of one's spherical mind;-
as the mirdbinders' echoes call one from without the Mehnt-isk forests of finite beauty into the nothingness of ultimate-truth.

Within of a pure n~concept, and the dark not-lights of inner-void;- resting in the shadow of existence,
to experience the all-time in not-memories; thoughts echoing off the mind's inner-rim of renewal.

Drifting through the peaceful dense airs of solidity and subconscious pseudo-all perception;-
sending spherical thoughts spreading from the central not-ing through-out into the Mehnt-isk;
this hypnotic not-point common, extending outwards further and further, all to consider:
The philosphical existences of moles burying their blind eyes in moist unvisionables, grinding their way through ground,
all too soon to be seen, it is you, finding that was once already found.

Thinking one's thoughts sound to travel distants to the deepest not-ing, converging to end-ever's inner rim,
hearing one's self as they echo to resound softer cycular resonates, becomes one's thoughts again.

Filling one's mind with mental ensembles of a single solitary thought;- sounding out in concentric ripples
and re-echo's echoes in hierarchical extensions; reverberation of the mind's inner-space;-
sending one drifting back into the dream of brilliants past, reluctant to leave its vast,
reflecting to the calm airs so awares;- upon the surface of ehbint-thur reservoir lower down.

Remembering and musing this reservoir, thinking the thoughts of the sound-mind of echo-under,
and journeying on out~in waywards,
hypnotized by the circling obstreperous reffles, hollering of a penny dropping; old enigmatic taciturn;-
stolen;- from withinside the deep.

Perceiving you this percept-reffle as it thinks, you think it travels inwards, deeper sinks;-
into that large reservoir of ehbint-thur, as its waters fill your mind, drowning in remembrances passed behind.
Let, it;- to abstracted into entering this overpowering purity, ever the more empty,
and to see as symbols of erosion change their kind for those surface reflections.

May you soon be of the reservoir lower down, and the cycle of conceptual rains,
as one pauses to hear one's thoughts reflecting from the mind's inner-rim, dissipating through the sphere of end-ever,
outside, and inside - it
Till one becomes a kind of another - thinking of this ripple;- entering deeper and deeper inwards, the centre.

Hypnotized into mind's regression of an inward quality;- converging to an end,
as through a subconscious fear one'ders why of these reflective waters past, meaning of Ehbint-thur,
outside, and inside - it
Wondering of this fear as the ripple of the mind's outer-rim approaches centre.

Were they all in vain as one's thoughts sound past, free and free,
sounding bellow through one's mind such pain, search for the pure annulment-void, degree by degree,
or will this cave of everlast define its own defeat, becoming finite again; self-directed threat,
never fulfilled, all threats echoing together in sain'- "enter pure, enter pure, ..... please";
non-dimensional void filled with absolutely none and yet, self-destroying illusion-Mehnt, and mighty fret.

Thinking one's thoughts sound to travel distants from the deepest not-ing, spreading from end-ever's inner-rim,
experiencing painful dins as they intersect with themselves in systems of frets, thinking them some, and then some.

Filling one's mind with a mental reservoir of extra-conscious thoughts;- divulging secrets of copper-coloured monies,
bellowing loud from within against the walls of the acute mind; 'scaping secrets forcing their way free;-
sending one disintrospecting further into this cave of convexing thoughts, to leave ehbint-thur thoughts at last,
entering to the staerioform airs so unawares;- around the centre of the not-ing deep within.

And in this still of the everlast not-ing cave, wandering along paths of dark; symbols of calm,
approaching and through this void so still, and still so void,
hearing-almost the untimely tones of fi-Bheim's melodies from higher grounds;
sounds-like calling messages of mirdbinders draws one further and further into this steep.

So as these waters fill you deep, you like a mole - dreaming of a hole into a mountain of lost ideas,
approaching one's destination fast, too dark to see;- and you sense of perception d'vanish,
converging deeper and deeper into this sage-soiled steep Mehnt-er, wonder where the fathoms of fi-Bheim;-
where this ensemble that echo's messages of invitations to a beyond-world has its origin.

Leading to beyond where you once wished-not be, as you listen carefully to this mird-calling bind;-
and what they say, where they say - they are, you travel beyond inside your mind.

Approaching one's destination, every momentum less, journeying passed;-
over a bridging gap of conceptual space, with purity of many invisible paw-bumbs;- as to be none,
thinking of these consummate confines; resounding cave-walls of the path into end-ever;- surrounding one;
the pasts pathed by and the paths passed by;- the way of the inside.

Past are the thoughts of ehbint-thur and the rippled percept-sounds
and dark shades bathed in not-lights through an inter-space scene;-
between end-concepts; percepts larger than normality would let live;
dark grounds of interring fast this conceptual null,
that inhabits itself with a heuristic trail of trans-indental paw-bumbs.

And as one leads into the further dark of this cave, one could almost be leading to the deeper self;-
coming closer and closer, analagous to the self-recursive echoes of one's introspective thoughts.

The mental sphere like a ripple growing smaller-larger,
the smaller, the closer, as one leads to the mind within;-
the relation of a densifinely enlightening space of thought, this acumental sharp,
as the point-light that represents equal septual light as its regression-entrance, so much;- and to come.

All it is's you and your meanings you collect, and your off-centre mind members the dark ground below;-
where absentees of earth lay resting in beds of paw-bumbs' indentations, entities of annulment,
and you study the ant'-thought-path of mental indents;- leading one to paw-bumb's nexus,
closing a conceptual space, prin'tween-print.

Following them towards the deepest not-ing, through the short-distant of ground they cover;- with black,
as a stream they go, only to flow in one direction, now no turning back,
not-minding to dissolve and abstract upon the flow of thought;
to them they know-one flow of null-Mehntist philosophies and end-ever, only.
abstracting, dissolving, confined to annulment-flow they go, closing conceptual space,
all become one, and none as a dark stream absorbing into the dark, d'vanish loss of trace.
it seems here they shall bury their likes.

Crystal chill as one becomes the deeper self, lead to the deepest dark of this cave of everlast,
equal, as the self-recursive echoes of introspection.

The mental sphere like a nothingness disappeared,
infinitely small, and infinitely bright, as it exists within itself in the dark within;-
the relation of a densifinely enlightening space of thought, this acumental khem',
as the u'khem light that represents all septual light as themselves, so much.

Thinking one's thoughts sound to travel distants from the deepest not-ing, spreading from end-ever's inner-rim,
existing centred with the true self as they dissipate through-out into the Mehnt-isk, n~ever to be thought again.

Losing one's form as the mental sphere vanishes into nothingness, only to become finite again;-
absorbing into the inflinate solid of this air, to become all; omnescient epitome of end-ever,
^ ..... the nothingness is within the finite is within the infinite is within .....
^ the sphere of end-ever is ..... the nothingness is the finite is the infinite is .....
^ ..... the sphere of end-ever is within .....
^ within the sphere of end-ever, ..... the nothingness is the finite is the infinite is .....
^ within the sphere of end-ever, one is ..... the nothingness is the finite is the infinite is .....
- the ultimate truth ^
Leading one in a conceptual realization as the path of trans-indental paw-bumbs reappears.

So shall leading, this incarnate leader be no more,
endarkened to annulment found, all it is is you - once wished not be;
the deeper self this not-ing cave of thought-ensembled sound, that knows how one should be;-
leading out into the Mehnt;- inside of itself so deep, out into that age-old steep.

Followed these paths of thought where a grave-cold cools the chilled air;
curious keep of ant-likes outside the deep not-lights of an interred tomb;
intimate-air tranquil close, and the damp of the mistic-dew on the grassmoss wet;-
way without the mountain's solidity, outside, of one's reach.

And a squirrel is heard above opening conceptual nuts and becomes one as they crack;- themselves,
cracking them upon this grave of not-light, an unfearing calm of acceptance and secure affinity,
to not shed the tomb of its squirrel, wishing to be mere null-Mehnt-ent' of observation,
and surrounding this illusory image with a spirit of calm tranquility, one watches on.

Inscribing upon the stone so deep, the epitaph of a will to be,
"without disturbance is life - is all" it says, "ay" - sigh plangent plurals on the stone so deep,
"I" you think in peace and calm, in acknowledgement stirs, the air
and around-sound fills space, to return to the tranquil scene of late.

Hearing the deep-deposit plurals from beyond this shadow of existence;- calling in a tomb's tone calmly;
one's own where one could rest after the null-Mehnt journey.

Filling this tomb with ensembled plurals of deep-deposit plurals;- sounding out in calling pleas
and re-ensembles in acconsummate self-recursiveness; reverberation of the tomb's inner-secure;-
enter the finite beauty of pure~erosion in this absolute close of fi-Bheim, departing from this everlast not-light grave,
absorbing into the intimate airs so unawares;- by the troftill ponds' safe secure.

In this intimate close of constrasting eroded~pures, resting from one's journey to the deeper self,
to wander through the airs in necromorphic vapours and watch the animated abstrahends at way;
numerous humourous gatherings of ants refreshing by the reservoirs in the grass; trees shedding mystic-tear,
basking in the cool of fi-Bheim; thus origin of mirdbinders' echoes and dwelling richness.

By a pond which knows no origin,
sits securely in its own definition.

And the conceptual fall of small round spheric-drops, that descend to the lower likes of troftill ponds;
mistic vapours assimilating on the dew-tree's leaves, collecting in critical masses,
"Baah" as they descend through the calm airs of microcosm animbules,
starting the flies to dodge dodger-'sects that dodge these hyaline conceptuals.
'Po' as they bellow on the water-surface like echoes rippling; eroded barpolays of fi-Bheim;-
daring the dragonflies on the surfaces to clamber calmly and minem of him, darting to and fro.
"Lay...\" as they gently surround themselves in echoing undulations, absorbing into the shadowed meditons reflective pond;
somniferous ripples that put themselves to sleep, as the surface calms again,
ever echoing on in~out waywards, till at a finite the pseudo-infinite becomes a pseudo-null, once more declaring critical masses.

'Come not from the conceptual rains nor the mountain streams,
one sinks gentle to the ground, drifting over the ant-forests so free,
to see this concept for ever, this is where one should be,
eventual seems one found one's way home.