It’s quick-faster than a hurry,
more powerful than brut-Kong overwhelm.
It’s quieter than void eavesdropping on nothing’s roar
yet more vast than enormity’s incalculable immensity.
It seems to be beyond what could happen in time
and more profound than thought could conjure or conclude.
It’s uniformly everywhere and featurelessly united.
It’s edgy but edgeless yet violently calm.
Every sense is made of it yet undetectably refined.
Well, what up? . . . oh, never you mind . . .