She was like a wingless angel
Her presence soft and pollutant.
She was like a maze entangled
Her essence loft and confluent.
She was like a distant fable
Her nexus lost and imprudent.

She was like a wine of glass
Her reflection transparent and lucid.
She was like a constrained past
Her connection inherit by abuse and
If I dream of it again
I feel as if I might lose it
So in this course of action
Is manifest and channel through music

So if you listen for a second maybe you can find a congruent between the realities of every night and every conclusion of what it meant to be the kind of being to find a solution to every problem you...