In centripetal quest Our essence is borne Are we so blest? This-my cargo every morn Round and round the spin In painful pleasant play Our fate a movie screen This and every day The dehydrating pains I bear in silent screams Strife - a thousand lanes I ply even in dreams I pray,see with your eyes And conceive with your mind How queer a picture, vies to make mess of futility's rind This breath perhaps a trifle Substantial robes of apparition A tiny tricky trickle From puddle to ocean The rituals I must say A boring blooming flower Life what more so, may I ask, do you have to offer? Is it the umbilical quest ? Or the stomach's endless lures ? The ever thirsty rest ? Or the steady visiting cures ?