There is a luminance I’ve briefly tasted,
A synesthetic glory in my brain,
Informing me a sleeping life is wasted
And only cosmic consciousness is sane.
Though we are made for lofty sapience
And even call ourselves the “doubly wise,”
We’re often lacking so-called common sense,
Much less ascending to ethereal skies.
What will it take to wake us up in time
To realize the wisdom in our core
And manifest what’s hidden and sublime,
Awaiting us behind perception’s door?
A miracle that dire necessity
Provokes at last to show true sanity.