Content the ponderous architect who smiles Imagination had more motivations then him The strings moving life within veins of digress Each pouring through the dregs of consciousness
The darkness of warmth - I found it still Moving within were small efforts of living Like a womb, its safety swallowed me Trapped without panic - the comfort somehow simmering
Inside were wondrous things and many dreams where their outside never lived and deceived In this place of ideas, they all stood with me Those glorious visions who never find escape