Soma!

Fluttering past the cunning bumblebees this hummingbird's wings quiver
quicker than Beyonce's lower lip when she sings a song acting out in high fashion, not a rhythm & blues singer, I'm a word assassin flow creamy like Baskin I'm answering not asking floated to high within my body, the incredible machine, and forced myself to survive in a state of shock stuck inside my head with no chance of escaping, couldn't see the keys to the locks as bugs ate holes in my socks and the Chinese junks kept on showing up around these docks in red and white flocks, silent movies were the norm and Chaplin was king now my life flows effortlessly like a submarine through the Atlantic, I was denying my vessel, frantically abusing it, unconsciously training a machine that perceives and converts data into a form that I can use, creating a self completely capable of fulfilling dreams and wishes from the moon and back while the daffodils dwindle like light when spaces fill with black.

Two things fill the mind with ever-increasing wonder and awe,
the more often and the more intensely the mind of thought is drawn to them:
the starry heavens above me and the moral law within me.

Critic of Pure Reason
Immanuel Kant