He found a book he’d read when just a boy,
And there he saw the seeds of everything
He subsequently thought that brought him joy,
Of every poem he’d write and song he’d sing.
Discovering it again in later days
He was amazed to realize his mind
Was built from such a template. As he’d gaze
Into this oracle that Fate designed,
He saw now how subliminal is time
That ultimately leads to the Sublime.