The damnation of creation

Put the pen to the paper,

And profess until you digress

With words dressed in eloquence, a decadence to savor.

Repress no expression, suppress no impression,

and forever impress on the mind

As one excited by mental travel;

fancy a thought like bottled wine;

unwind and unravel;

The further and farther we find,

the moor and more we will channel.

Down the stream of consciousness we shall all go...

Down the cream of youthfullness -- a won lotto...

Damn the dream of listlessness -- aboard plateau...

Damn the scheme of immanence: our mortal ado.