My Mind's Dawn Comments

(- -) visualized there many things non-visualized things are mysteriously hidden in mind artist discover very a few on the canvas but the tape of mind a finest fiber of unknown zeal to know but all in cryptic riband subtle feelings come out as the needles but express as the axe mind is mind a game of fine art in circadian rhythm

everything everything is introvert discover itself where many thoughts play world a visionary stage mind an absolute traveler but lonely to the whole world (- - -)

Interesting poem. Well crafted.

Magnificent...fame, and all things are fleeting. But can the same be said of time itself? One of your finest, Poet.