Tides rush down my face and through my soul;
some of anger, some of anguish, some of no description at all.
These emotions are all-consuming;
but times, like tides, are progressing to a notable point.
The moment lets me freeze inside an infinite thought;
an idea, a theory, an unwritable hypothesis,
concluding in the casting out of one by another;
excluding nothing but the understanding of one by another.