This moist web of wonder
Where the human spirit thrives,
Bursts forth in sparkling rushes
From a mighty nuclear fusion.
 
I gaze on her chamber of delight
It bears the finest weave.
Red clouds are pure as truth
That runs wet with recognition.
 
As we hale the immortality 
Of two souls fully woken
Who glow with warm attention
In their light-lace universe.