Swim the Hearts

I ponder mind-stuff, and particles thereof; and such a vehicle,
The birds of thought; and such a song, the waves of fire; and
Quasars—about the axis; and clouds and shrouds and mental
Promise; and such to perish, the stuff of mind: and such to

Soar, an empty mind. Something glistens: nigh and far; and
Something listens: a sudden gaze; and there it is: a block of
Self; and there it nods: an answer swift; and ‘morrow comes—
A morning light: a cryptic vibe: a cultic fright. A sudden leap:

An inner smile: a 'cetious  grin: a spirit growl; and nights and
Rites and stripes and pain: a world of gold, grief and flame; and
Fable rich, a living dream: a saintly sin: a 'matic  scream; and
Thunder roars, a quilt and vest: a yogin sprout: a mystic crest;       
And journey far, the fringe of sparks; and rise the death; and
Swim the hearts.