When I was but one
Trapped in this verse
Clinging to the lowly
In line with death's birth
For the many I did bleed
Never to be reverent for my deed
Such an empty sacrifice of vanity...

Possibilities  extend well beyond reason
Even magic cries out treason
The knowing knew yet could not prove
The feeling felt beyond itself
The dreamer dreamt in waking hours
Was not the heart the true source of power?
A conjured thought manifest
Such is god and nothing less...