Project a thought rising from your soul, paint among a canvas of universe.  Tie a knot in your withered life among the dozen seeds.  Nurture the wands of time through a timeless hour glass running out of sand, bring intelligence to strangers in shadowy worlds needing to see every word, as it eagerly gathers its pieces from the sky; falling to an endless depth of nothingness inside your head prolonging your misery to eternal exile.