in vain would I hope to be found in a sky far away from your miopic galaxy, since the rays of your sun burn so bright and so stinging. Walls of sheer power, they tower around the softness of a moment in time, which is held precious in the temple of your soul,and when they topple amid all of the elongated embraces, and the truthful eclispes and the inability to ever see the Moon from the same perspective, empower you to see beyond eyes and feel beyond letdown, become the man in dreams and poetry arranged by moods, there is no hope to see arround an edifice of steel,except to tempt it into self-implosion, except to will it into total meltdown. In the beginning there was man.