Beauty wilts and love will flucture
what remains is hidden structure
blushing primes sly chiding knots
intertwine betwixt our thoughts

creation lives to create
chipping from the ob’lisk slate
talk amoungst our little selves
speculating filling shelves

search we will and see we’ll not
blindness is our earthly lot
but the voice of the void is vast
notice it through the nets we cast