If I could

If I could decent the darkest ocean, be in of all things there, I would welcome the deepest thoughts of obscurity beyond all that bothers me here. If I could be all but a sound amongst any morning songbird, be in all them here, I would welcome centre thoughts of Saturns rings, beyond all that likens me here. If I could circum little things, be in of all debted here, I would welcome unto being who I am. If I could fathom purpose, be in of all given here, I would welcome rewarding thoughts and grow bountifully. Against nature all comes up dry, lost of color, searchless, still and amongst inevitably all of everything. Against nature all comes up full, having of light, searching, about and amongst deserving of everything. Against nature all comes up reaching, gainful of identity, served, indelibly as everything. Against nature all comes up inadequate, said of life, sinful, without from as all things are now.