There is no refuge from change,
such folly hides a strangeness beyond what we may know;
we’ve seen this scene above, below, inside and out.
We color our canvas in hues of doubt
and hear the calling ghosts of blatant boasts
instinctively mired in inconsistency.
So all you sinners start to hearken starkly,
for you see,
the heart is nothing but a mirrored question mark…
– Kurt Poleet
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? – William Blake, The Tyger