Of the Two Kingdoms, the physical and the cerebral,
We shall make our choice.
Belief remains,
The mind ultimately reigns.

Falling, rolling, effortless and ceaseless.
We'll careen through the space between the eyes.
Indoctrinated.
Given shape by words.
Syllables to coat the cracks where
Memory shatters without language.

Agony is the moment created.
Redefined and riveted.

Past is ever past.
The past too great a treasure,
Caught in the gleam of a shining coin.

Come nearer ground,
The mind has sent us reeling,
Too vast to wear your crown.

We who have inherited the world,
Shall have none of it.

(- Written 1998, partial use in "Reine La Belle")