O exhilaration and exhalation this is my madness
My delight, my intuition of unknown substances
With the sad splendour of helplessness
I will be reborn soon, into a new body
With an experience as pure as this
Peace stands with the variables of brilliance
We do not know how to accept grace
The transparency of our finite thoughts
The immutable facts of our disintegration
Death is an embrace of something cosmic
I do know struggle against her cold neck
There is a motion of silence that spills music
And I feel it growing like a being
In me beneath the weight of spirit and matter
I am a joy that knows all creation there
My hope is not my own but I partake in life
Momentum, a voice of at the edges of oblivion
Where meaning was all the smiles we had
They were metaphors, and women, and sunshine
And that’s all the gladness I possessed
That’s the beauty that possessed me and it was short.
Wuji Seshat 
Wordidge sir, wordidge indeed