In the mindís eye an entity exists,
In the mindís eye it is so tangible.
With longing deep within it still persists,
with longing deep Iíll make it actual.

What no one can see is what I perceive.
Coal to diamond is inevitable,
in the fertile dark mind loam I conceive
amorphous to real in stunning marvel.

Intuition is muse, prodding mentor
who, in the mind most inconspicuous,
opens sudden wide brilliant splendor
revealing hitherto unseen genius.

To think out of the box is my mantra,
a mistake my omega and alpha.