To visualize what you can’t see
That’s the paradoxical pleasure of the
Mind
In the afterbirth of seeing,
Death of imagination
To dally on the brink of reality
That’s the snug illusion of life
In the capitulation the summit
Paradoxical disappointment
Now is the legend beyond
Become the cliche of the elements
Shall the synthetic gauze
Atone for the beauty of the fertility lines?
