Like a paper plane.

When the waves collide with the finer sands,

Atop the infinities of the vast expands,

The flashes from the machine birds over and on,

Reminds me of a celestial talisman.

There are too many people in a name,

Yet off the millions, no two same,

For every drop of a such philosopher's wool,

That would escape the sapphire dome in full.

The chimera in the those inquisitive eyes,

That tirelessly builds for a verdict, wise,

For mere moments over the whopping and the wee,

Cumulate into a mind truly free.

Farthest from a pretentious science,

Lies unfeigned bounds for a fated alliance,

Entirety of power rests solely in one,

To revoke or redouble, solidify or shun.

Never a voice too little or sound too much,

Yet an enormous fortitude to clutch,

Over the zenith of my spirit, I reign,

I fly high, fly high like a paper plane.