I know, my friends, it has been long…but not too long: let’s begin
How hard to stretch the mind to higher cause
And art’s true virtues into life imbue
By holding tight to breath and breadth impart
To naught but heart and minds purview
And to keep that realm amidst the tattered throes
of friend and foe alike who do not know
what glory seen amidst the vaulted
rise, ethereal interior skies
How hard to keep aloft what naught
but soul and mind sustain
like transparent scaffolds, limbs remain
to uphold with airy force what little more
than butterfly wings could destroy
But that they may gaze upon the truth
of such beauty rarified;
it exists! And so I must in you,
my friend, confide to save
this world, I give my back.
I Atlas
and you
my world