Hark, methinks,
Lyphe
be no
small ordeal,
but rather quite the contrary:
Lyphe
be, verily
the grandest ordeal,
don't'cha think?
I reckon 't'isn't
for the faint of Spirit.
For, were it,
nary a moment
would we be here;
now would we?"
What experience
could not be called
"profound?"
Nary a one, I reckon.
Lyphe marches on.