River, Somewhere
River, Somewhere:
There is a river, Somewhere, that I ask you seek out. Once you mind has degraded to such a point where your neurones no longer speak to those near them, your thought will distill into a small, bright blue paste, and crawl slowly out of your ear. Let it. This is now you. Look above the above, below the below. Find it, then drink from it.
Drink for days if you can, years if possible. Let time slide over you, let the night and day become one.
Once you cannot drink any more, whenever it may be, Go to sleep.
That will be all you have ever done.