Many myriad myriads of years far ahead, a mortal alone could never have dreamt

Others would still be willing to interpret his words, along what he might have said

Time’s nothing but an indefinable believe, it always finds a way to remain relative

Life’s dimensions form parts of the truth; only if the olden was good, new is better

When the greater good seems mediocre, each human’s motivation will apace alter

A broken heart hurts, its feeling is real, but pain comes as soon as it begins to heal

Discovered within its rightly owner, the superior talent alive should inspire forever

Quit trying, learn from all honest error, connect seamlessly and make inside visible

Haven Must Be Missing An Angel