Born from the original life to breathe the sky, the original mind to ponder "Why?"
the first eyes present to behold the first wisdom ordained to fold;
I exist in purpose alone.
Of all the things allowed of me: to be intangible in solidity,
to be used and let it go, to suffer and never woe;
I have become more.
I am the deity of possibility,
tyrant of vexation, a means to conquer nations,
the catalyst of obsession, guru of the harshest lesson:
I am the disparity of the human regularity,
a discarded melon rind, a puzzle piece you will never find,
buttress of the meek, the gilded statue that you seek:
I am the demise of acroamatic ties,
the manifestation of fears, reaper of callow tears,
the fallout of dare, the switch for the electric chair:
I am the bird so still on the windowsill,
the palpitation of glee,
the bare moment on the lee of perception's cherished company:
I am known as dream.