So recall visions of chandelier and stripped canopies noble poets who rush with praise to dead parents arms.

Amaze me and my opinion of thee break now all silence you have vowed to, If I who question you bleed for you daily.

Others surely break for you rapture in pleasant ecstasy, the atom a jewel forever changing.

A labyrinth navigated by madmen, and saints to scribe history as we create dreams.

Perceptions give birth to worlds, and alter realities daily, I see how its a living thing.