says the maker
All the words there ever are.
True infinity, afar, afar
Conjured by the crystalline
Much maligned simpleton
From the crystal axis guitar
Of a long ago another star.
Sparked by the divine,
Condensed into one,
Animated to war and peace
In the realm of the sun.
Decisions, decisions,
Oh what to decide
Would that i could
Hide what i hide.
Found out, found out.
The last word at last.
All round about
None left to ask.