| Intricate weaving in a complex organ Sewing diligently and incessantly, flawlessly Modestly morphing desolate space into artwork Using various colors, creating textures and ideas Calculating prosaic equations, And somehow concluding impossible truths Instantaneously fabricating tales and histories Adjusting the direction of the threads immeasurably Causing mermaids to compress into dastardly monsters, Trees to burn, and periwinkle snowflakes to become a blood red drizzle Continuous spirals intrigue and bewilder viewers, Humbled by the colossal phenomenon known to only one To one, the watcher One, the seer, the artist To one, the dreamer |