Useless incorporation of an original design,

Images recopulate through envisage in the sine.

A solitary sanctuary so humbling to our goal,

Apparently does manifest a stirring in the soul.

Mathematics cannot theorize this hypothetical dream,

Society will jeopardize a connatural extreme.

Formalities and treaties are subjective to the truth,

The directiveness of institution expels it to our youth.

Serendipitous superstitions create unneeded fear,

To incarnate the beginning of the ending that is near.

Persuasion does not reason into our future mind,

We push beyond the limit that transgresses through time.

Our imagination conjures the meaning of this test,

Immaterialistic matter cannot view beyond the jest.

~Yvonne Renee Moore