You reform me into a perception

So true to your wonder

This new found religion of

What does not escape me

But registers as perfection

I hold onto this form

Of exactly a new quantity

Of heroism

This number sanctifies

Itself with matching my hopes

I dream of you

And think that you live in

Infinity projecting

What can be of beauty

You keep me reaching for my desires

Whole heartedly parting from me

My despair

And charting into the blue waters

of the sea