"What"
In the foundation of words; Searching for the reality that exists now
The things that were spit out; They all become worthless things
That's right. These words continue as truth; The impulses repaint the present
Inside that frame; All of Creation is inside there
Right there I start to feel a limit; Inside my simple structures
It's amidst reality; It's in every one of the answers
That's right. It continues to be born in the heart of all of this; The impulse of these words
Inside that frame; All of existance is inside there
What?! What!? What?!
WIPE FREE