You shine beauty into the lives of my brethren

You battle with me and my mandarin scores

So rests assured is my temper and still stirs

To wreckon with mastery of words

Is my dreams in abbreviation of my

Truth and hopes set free in motion

So I lay the potion of mine desires in

Your works of art so plain but art

Thou tedious and righteous

So art my commitments to you

Reaching past my memories

Looking out yonder past the sea

Of epiphany so lurks a regency

So proliferous its abating in ways