Liberties There's nothing Artificial about our Intelligence

Approached each day ready to return Knowing no knowledge in safety — Day eventually discovering day, Nothing is forever new tomorrow. All along songs that need to grow On us spring into action unlocking Stolen loves still too much to bear. An altar of air colors how hard this Is to say — your true love remains Marinated in a marble-box planter Filled to the rim with Pepto-Bismol. Composite horrors rendered endless, Barren minds are full of tendencies. May we all hang well with our wall art.