See the monochrome beauties of the past
Drawn across a silver screen like ghostsSymmetry and shadow in equal proportions
Appearance after all; a geometric solution
Now science disseminates all nature’s rules
But no one considers if the mind is capable
Of the rigoured ebb and flow of physicality
A human brain is perhaps a one shot machine.
Agglomerated memory perhaps a one way street.
Though the devil’s intellect is in emotional detail
The development of lithe, desirable yet aged people
May trap minds forever within aging decrepitude
At the very inception of their rebirth into new bliss
I will wait to be reborn; one lifetime at once is enough
