I do not marvel inside this language,
and I have no attachment to the words
I am a lover of visions raw untold
unfolding inside strange sudden light
to form color, aspect, uncanny sounds
If all you see are clever winged words,
ships of thought, minds of familiar form
sailing proud in oceans already explored
perhaps someday you will come with me,
to attempt your own wild unseen seas.
The Mysteries of Plato 