The seed has died of stillborn dreams,

No sign of life within it seems,

St Martin, be glorified, saint of Peru,

To Galveston, we could not render you.

Art of Making from Old to New,

An empty canvas still to subdue.

Breathe, O helper, your life in us,

For wandering vines, Your strength our truss.

Angels, hold tight candlesticks within them,

As Council of Saints bow to Almighty Algorithm.

6/7/2024