The hand creates and chiseled stone rises from beneath the striking hidden here below the fracture the beautiful is corporal the beautiful is real
I write these dreams to make this world something more than hate and greed I cast a vision to change the tides to give this world what I have seen
find the face within the stone
The Cyphered dreams of love enduring no winds shall come to move this stone...
for here I plant my gift to you a monument within the mind the stone is breathing the heart is beating and my soul is present in every word... Galatea lives and she will love you while angels comfort- should you fall...