Within the god head

Concepts determine a reality

Where torn earth soars like shards

among the cosmos on two dimensional localities,

 

Here false images hurry to their own agendas

As Ideas with dependent thought

Who preach,  who war,  who dream;

Ignorant to the truth they are but naught;

 

Beneath the dim light of a fantasized sun

A youthful Image fabricates a new reality

In which his Earth is a wet ball

Cyclying through a black and glittering actuality.