How should I ask for more when all the world
Makes sense to me because you give me sense?
There’s music soft, and meaning deep unfurl’d,
Seeing Transcendentalism through your lens.
But I must beg as slave to master begs,
To light the forward way lest I be lost;
You gave me heart and soul, now be my legs,
For help to cross this bridge that I accost.
O Muse that rules my mind, now rule my hand,
So I may share this loving arty dream;
You are the blinding light of wisdom, and
Would I were just an atom in your beam.
Black holes, adieu! No more your stifling cage!
Chief Muse by side – Infinity’s my stage!
