#conserve

epidome of perfection nothing less than the best, next to my mirrors reflection show the imperfections if the glass. inspiration for the constilations to keep tight the strands. I gave the infliction to man, and made vanity understand, you cant get better than i am. seak to find and you shant, simply chasing wind then built a house in the sand. im the reason for art, your feeble imitations of life, the reason that beauty survives, i am the apple of every eye. if you search for the meaning of life, dont have to read between the lines, come to find i am Nirvana rewind, search only logic to find that im divine, make dim the light of the sunrise, no comparison in this physical realm, but one discription throught space and time. the impractical truth to be denyed, never another one to find around the outside or within it. beyond the minute in an instant, every replay diminished next to the immaculate vissage of the moment suspended, energy conservation in every tennet, gone in the same instance intended, reciprocation of existance, the very next breath that your given, woven within the rythm of every mortal thing living and every insant in the whole until it implodes and is ended or resended. I am the given. perfection.