Words strung eloquently together in a chain,
Like shimmering, miniature galaxies clinging to the neck of the most beautiful of women,
Expressing the essence of the artists ever increasing insight,
The intricacies of other-wordly beings and non-physical entities brought to light,
On a thin piece of a once and past living life,
Providing the evidence, acceptable to some, of mind over matter,
Flowing soothingly from the hand, wrist, arm, shoulder, neck, brain and farther,
Putting the wisdom of accumulated millenia into the form of the English language,
Tossing it out into reality for the world to judge as it sees fit, preparing to accept the damage.