EPTI sit here,
admiring thee,
Wondering how they find you so mere
for that I can simply not come to see.
Tiled.
Squares and shades.
The disproportioned lengths give illusions wild.
But the day goes on and the feeling fades,
Only to leave me floundering in a deep haze
Blinded as the lights turn to scorching fire balls,
miniature suns dotting her for whom my soul calls.
the vents turn to gaping holes
leading to a land nobody knows,
an endless landscape dreamt,
Where as a hero I remain gallant.
But dreams are fleeting,
And this man is still bleating.
