the tune which rewinds;
which rewinds through and through the mind;
the mind is like an ocean;
filled with immense matter, visible as well as hidden,
the matter neither true black nor full white; an element of grey makes it all,
sometime less somewhere more;
along the mind's shore,
there is a perspective- uninclined, beyondimensions,the aether;
the tune of that perspective- independent of good and bad,
the tune somewhere hidden in mind,
somewhere in a deep trench of ocean mind.
the tune which rewinds.