Life is all of its fleating totality,
in its delicate detail and luminous granduer.
Let us be captivated by its Dialog ever whispered,
its Light ever glowing, casting shadows that lash and slash.
Let us fall victim to its Lame Walk, its Rhythmless Walce so great,
let us be lulled by its Dumb Whisper.
Dream its dreams of Impotent Beauty, Impotent Desire,
for humanity is Impotent.
We are wilted floweres, we count each pettle as it falls.
As useless as we are are we Dream
With eyes blinded by sleep we can be Beautiful.