When Sylvia thought to sing.

Confessions of an early Eye, cannot detect the deceit that it has foreseen.

Blinded by the guild of "common being", the thing is ragged with knowledge over-pouring from it's orifice.

Now you will have this for a passage.

Now you will have this for a path.

Holding in the wishes of want and all of it's honored banter, masked only by the "never coming" or "the hereafter."

No joy comes to house or visit here.

It would run into chaos, just from the sound of it's own wounded laughter.

Now you are beginning to underestimate understanding
Now you are beginning to guess the outcome.

Held with hands made of has been promises. Touching the fazes that amazes the faces of fools.

How contrary your attributes come after you have no permission to even Gaze in the direction the Eye has been looking.

Here is when all of times mistakes come to your door.
Here is when all of reasons positive flames have turned away.

Pity. Shame and envy will be here for an emergency to prepare a Dare to seek shelter from who and Whatever.

Not very smart, but somewhat clever.

Togther at last, only to outlive the Forever Lasting.