Living to the fullest expression of Being,
Entwined with Death in meaning,
Glimpsing the phenomena of potential,
Surfing on a spiral inferential
With wings not yet manifest,
For the artist, there is no rest.
Caught in the web of Becoming,
Through the Infinite spanning,
Echoing in crystal halls,
Between ten thousand walls,
Welling up from deepest Dream,
All is not what it would seem. ...