If I am yours,

What are these trails

Of choices you declare?

In the cascade of thought

All of this postulation

Pleads the aggrevation

With a bought of peace

This is my way of moving

When nothing moves at all

As what rises across many waters

Is the peace amongst the sentry

If it evolves in sequence

A measure of many thought-form-alignments

Sure as beyond

I am absolved

From the amazing flutters:

An infinite being