Point View

Beyond the void lies the word. Science connects but does not understand. (c.g.i.)

Down the flighty steps of chance, illusions swirling like salty fog, comes reason's firefly spark. With crafted grace it leads the dance to distant shores of sadness. (c.g.i.)

Certain things are certain sure, all the rest remain in doubt. Thus it is that something strange uncertain thoughts does ensure. (c.g.i.)

Dreams, little mermaids of the fractured mind. Where they go no one knows. (c.g.i.)

Coarsened by pleasure, damp with the condensate of lust, the mistress of a thousand hearts sleeps. Down mean streets her dreams meander, to the place where innocence died. (c.g.i.)

Dreams are naught but gossamer threads, always on the move. Reach out to catch them and they vanish in an instant. (c.g.i.)

Dreams are naught but gossamer threads, always on the move. Reach out to catch them and they vanish in an instant. (c.g.i.)

Red shriek in the morning lacerates the unbearable calm. Fear compels flight as certainty fractures before the storm. (c.g.i.)