Bring me the yellowed parchment
so that we may set the stage
for the task we will embark upon
On the last, the lonely page

Single in solidity
can never pray to be
as unapproachable in continuity
Though why I cannot believe
It is not so

Belief is opportunity

It is not so

Belief fell out of the community

Let it be
It is not so!

The aimless front, the green embroidered cover
set the stage, earned the wage
considerable in its part brother
The animus blank page
Foreshadowing
An ode to thee.

For those of you I cannot see
fill the scene I do not know
how can I conceive it if
I grasp, I revel, I do not grow?

Everything is so fuzzy now

Days are years though nights are slowed

Everything goes by so fast

Let it last
An ode to thee.

Leather-bound and the binding glue
holding the spine to the first and final
covering the secret proof
To keep the audience ignorant of the crime

There is no difference
being with others around
no sense of accomplishment
can gain this kind of ground
It is not so

Imagination gains circumference

I tell myself it is not so

Imagination is a choice...

Sea breeze and the ocean scent
reminds me of the smiles that shine
like all the times we came and went
As ships passing in the night

Let this be
My testimony to thee.


Penned by my hand on the 9th of Bellum, in the year 419 AD.