I seek the meaning of the glyphs, Inscribed
upon the dark night's sky, The universe-
's secret to achieving, The final
draft on the first try. That gloating sun with
all his pride, Would blind us for his portrait
days, But inconsistency made him weak,
And he always rushed to finish
With all but good intend I stand, Channel-
ling that boastful pride, And night's cold darkness
ere described, When Kodak moments go a-
way. The universe's secret to a-
chieving, Will never be found in the stars,
But in the portrait-esque blueprints of day,
Which came out perfectly the first time, The
final draft on the first try
