"Untitled (As It Will Always Be)"

A white rapid gushing sluice,
on one level and all others.
The propulsion of cosmic juice,
the ether-essence beneath the cover.
The place we push past the material,
to subtle nuances of divine energy:
it flushes out the grungy film,
and all levels mix in synergy.
It's an intense thing,
the cleansing of the filling,
the flushes and the fluttering wings,
the prana fully swelling.
It's the milk that makes your cookies float,
it's the humble genius.
The way a whole note fills a measure,
the way the Buddha agrees with Jesus.
The way that links compose a chain,
the way a moment fills eternity,
it's the spackling summer rain,
it's the view from Mount Whitney.