Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

turd draft:
throughout the ether
my soul reverberates
one as all
naught more than naught else
time may not judge

second draft:
throughout the ether
my soul reverberates
all as one
the spiral beckons
naught more than naught else
it's never too late


first draft:
into the ether
my soul siphons
the spiral beckons
all is one
naught more than naught else
forgive me for being rotund