where is by the means of meaningful men
the art is a substance to euphoric wisdoms
unity is to stand on broken limb heart beaten sand
sigh in the like of skies with cloud overcasted missions

extended inner beings that walk crooked yet smoothly
less then value of a eyes mile high race to a fast pace
infinite creation asleep but in dream the darks ruling
with sun are bright ways of miniscule frown erased

chants of released therapy in corners the world remains
rolling drops of increased intesity yet filled all hues
mission to fulfill rather than deplete as those refrain
attracted to benevolence and dependent on shrews

arise a world that is the coldest of winter
the ears hear and intuitions will always be
to a bridge that breaks so we shall swim an disinter
increase the supreme beings at heart and divinty