pompus delights

Here I stand, six feet small. Without ever knowing about anything at all. My eye's grown wide, and my pupils are stiff dialated with the revolving shard hard out and in. My temple's seep yet I'm awake and still never knowing. My brow is risen and my retina rotates to the perfect degree of simplicity. Yet here I am again, not knowing anything at all. All vibrations from all directions come at me at this second precisely, hitting my surface harder than a sheet of ice. The pressure releases and I'm left here alone, yet not alone and knowing all along.