shall I synthesize your imagination ?
electrical impulses,
like singing sparkling stars
or a dive in lush deep green turquoise sea cities.
the complete notes there,
the ground has placed,
all in where we shall play.

the diatribes, in love,
of the framers and constructors
shall build and destroy
upon us the corrections.
do we trust
angel's blueprints
and shepherd's paths?
Well,
no matter,
loving phosphorous
flows in canals of
poetry and marble
aqueducts like our veins.
cathedrals weren't
built on nonsense,
but truth.
yet still the heaven's creator
is just
less than
discernible.
hiding eternally within
the architecture.
and I would not have it any
other way.