Floating in the Middle of My Venture

I float in the air
and am seated upon there
in the middle of my venture.

The spread that comes up
and blows my mind river,
The glare that comes in wonder
in the flash of lightning
and goes off thereafter,
It leaves behind no answer
and takes to being haywire.

My intuition runs after
for searching the providence sender,
and breakes forth in a lost flower,
While breaking the deeper
my mind is strayed out of nowhere.