A Swarm of Gnats

Many thousand glittering motes
Crowd forward greedily together
In trembling circles.
Extravagantly carousing away
For a whole hour rapidly vanishing,
They rave,delirious,a shrill whir,
Shivering with joy against death.
While kingdoms, sunk into ruin,
Whose thrones, heavy with gold,instantly scattered
Into night and legend, without leaving a trace,
Have never known so fierce a dancing.

Hermann Hesse

Fitting a round nail in a square hole..

And now I welcome you to my intellectual toilet.
Here is a piece of soap, well handled, I guarantee it will be enough
during your time here.
please hold on to this magic stone.
Its a small, well lit toilet, you can carry a book in here if you please
You can have a barrage of conversation with the delicately coloured blue walls
The light blue seat is custom made for your comfort
The basin glistens in the ochre light
The cold water flows freely out of the taps whenever you wish to use it
you can either throw yourself into the coldness of it or wait like I do,for it to hit the right temperature.
Suggestion: Throw yourself into it!