One night, one lady asked, How do you see the world so vast?, I answered with an abated voice, "I simply look at it with nodding head's rejoice
She redundantly asked again; "How do you see the world in-sane?, I answered with shunned eyes, "I never do, I never have, it's a fluke, a LIE"
As she sat and leaned, First at air's wisp and second, on my shoulder's plead, -and said-"This is where all ethereal lies of gist"
"Where art thou", I asked, She giggles in reminisce; grabs a flask, then drinks in stillness "This empty bottle is filled with greatness"-she says- "To what extent?" as I gazed
"Haha..... to none" she laments over, "None?, surely not, This flask is liquid's lover It helps give form To whatever desolated-looking storm"
Both depend on each other's existence, She then swiftly seizes my hand "Answer then my question with consistence" "Well I guess the world is undersized but grand?" -I pondered-
"Close enough", as she yawns As I bring her to bed, I then see the brimming dawn -I leaned back and thought-"Huh, the world is yet to be well-said"