welcome the fine, fit madness: the forever flux that suits me.

Such is when mine mind is saturated,
cerebral erotica: bliss of being overwhelmed

for skating over things... trust in the depth of intuitions glance to perpetually ponder, ergo exponentially perceive, more, and more...
the old man sage in me ponders;
the lithe child dances ever on and on.

don't loose it for closure:
nuancial knowing for concrete theory

This is what comes when i...