ㅁ In philosophical discourses the trees and ravens have their say, while solitary thinking forces the passing meditative day. The churning mind can seem so fragile and its surroundings strong and agile: a soul made up of colored glass and tangled in a vague morass. The mental gaze can just distinguish a cloud enclosed in blue and gold, but all the world spins, gray and old, that simple words will not extinguish - instead, imbrute the thinker's skull: a cloud up close is broad and dull.
– a sonnet in a tetrameter.
