i am that which is lost in translation;
figures that don’t add up.
Each one has their own expression,
in a medium no others' use.

i am based in that which is not understood:
beyond the conceivable mind.
sprouting into observable matter,
but not limited to its physical ideals.

Everyone of us is a golden rod,
marked with a golden seal,
in a metaphysical aero plane
soaring above a mass continent-uity.