Our ability to imagine is a beautiful thing.
Open our minds to the wonders we'll bring.
Think of something done and twist it around.
There's always something bound to be found.
Arrange and churn inside of our heads.
Meddle with them to witness the spreads.
The room for expansion is seemingly endless.
The advancement of innovation is among our trendless.

i love,
but i will never surmount.

oh, how i've lost thought of
all the ivory i am,
and all the gold you've become.

my supply of you is endless,
different mold, my bursts are trendless.

i'll take you and bathe you in my self-thought, assumed glory.

i am in love with beings i find precious,
and if i find my heart senseless,
melt and begin again.

perhaps it's all pretend,
my love doth not end

i'll be screaming to no avail.
i am of ivory
and my
gold impales.