Wondrous persuasion of emollient capes
bring forth memories of an alternative space.

Born in a flurry of snow white fractals,
the sky was adorned with magic and dactyls.

Were we to survive this resonant storm
we should seek a distribution other than norm.

I toil, I dwell in the infinitude I face, motionless I race
to a sacred place where the moment is stored with fortitude in grace.

I access the past through love of that shining face 
I become infinity for a moment in remembrance of that endless embrace

It slips it slides like raindrops off a rose 
to drip into an eternity like when a new star arose.