Ha! Yes, and So it came, to and by the river thames. A man who does not know that name, the river, or the thames. Upon a dig, of delicate find, transparent and pellucid the sky, Reflections with two shovels blazed, my heart divine and the soul ablaze. I took that hole and found a clear, trite little paper smear, unique was the name, arabic the lines. Age defined after 20 long rhymes, still the lines dragged off the tree, to no end I see with, beloved, accepted, dubiously predilected, inherent so frail, a soul of no avail. It was a mirror, i hope you see, a mirror that you and I and Me, can only be.