In striving to view that which is not normally seen,
To pry into the gods’ minds as they meander
Into what could only catapult the living through madness which
Is in the mind, forever present and lurking.
Heaven, do you feel the whispers of the watchers?
You, not susceptible to the dealings of the underling,
Manage to captivate all senses without vice.
See what transpires here below the misty vastidity.
Is on the surface such a dull comparison to what we envision?
Earth holds the body, yet it should enrapture the mind.