Sonnet (Interlude)

[Spoken] Who studies honesty with wilder gaze, While through its oddity must wings take flight? Through alchemy the artist's mind a maze, A labyrinth of souls make joy and plight. Admired by all faithful to their craft, My gasp is quick, imagining we're free. So, like the way all children learn to laugh, So effortlessly I have love for thee. If fantasy could surely make a friend, The palette of your dreams would draw them mad— Beyond the universe—you know no end, Whilst some still search for color never had. This life is only art on life support. And nature is a knight—no king or court.