Be it not,
What I thought it was,
For who I felt,
In that instance,--
Notional of a fantasy,
Musical with their alchemy,
Painted pictures turned fictive--
In a frame,
Not fitted for the frame of my insanity...

Be it not,
What I hoped it became,
For who I felt,
In that instance,--
Conditional against my reality,
Principle with the duality,
Asked me to look afar--
In a space,
Not shaped to the space of my serenity...