The epic (fancy (free) from introspection) underlying dream untouched by life and all its constant sundry imperfection - the voiceless note which sounds without a fife in flight profound subconscious free from fear traversing and transcending crass mundane the artfacts and artifice of here the avarice antagonist of pain (a world which can contain it ) deathless still retreating from this world it isn t of A sculpted god can t know of friendship s thrill and spill - it nothing knows the pull of love Of whim composed perfection one can t feel and can t give the rewards of something real ar o d ar s ar ar ar ar love The world you choose to live in - your selection free to pick a system bursting rife with forms with which you ll never know connection wounds you can t inflict with dreaming s knife Why choose a world refusing to appear With interaction thus you ll go insane with understimulation whereby near and all around a world is (granted plain but simpleness won t make a man go ill so long as he can dream of things above ) a world of function cool and without frill And yet our world contains both rose and dove - these symbols links to worlds beyond ideal These cherished grains of sentiment we steal artwork by argon poetry by cthulu