It is here within a ball
That can and will hold all
A penetrable hollowed-out hall
Is to where I’m made to repent my fall
Oh. . .  I did bellow
and I did shout
For I did not want to be cast out
Into this place
Wearing a material face
To maintain a manifest ability
And to wear a uniform; stability
For; those on this plane
And those riding the Life-Force train
Both exist along Passing-Waves
That touches and shaves
This place and the Invisible Face
Yet, both shall haunt and give chase
From the Great Circle . . . and beyond
There! A “Maternal-Embrace” of this I’m fond