There is sunshine
Outside I scroll and scroll 
Feeling nothing 
But a premature birth
Of hay
Of fever
Twins of undesired longing 
To scroll and feel 
Its burning rays
Of wonder

There is sunshine outside
Her scrolls hidden 
Beyond my void another nothing 
Her birth called forth attention
Of the gods
Of the mortals
Twice her lifelong longing failed
To feel
My burning hands 
In wonder 

There is sunshine 
Hidden outside life and death 
Beyond our nothing
Of infinite births 
From their rolling in the gods own hay
To our mortal and feverish lust 
Our ultimate longing to join them
To feel
That burning desire
Of rays touching us – a wonder