Who goes forth across this mind
with a face like haze, undefined
an illuminated body to focus the blind
who flows like time, like life redefined.
When will thou bless thy presence
for the clock chimes the flow of your essence
all the way, to near this present.
Where else do you reside
where we're no longer confined to one of a kind
but two entwined, wilfully assigned
beyond the scope of these ill-conceived rhymes.
For who goes forth, beyond these lines?