As I'm in a contemplative(-ish) mood... 'TRANSMUNDANE' He stands, alone. He's learnt a great deal. But he's forgotten more. Yet he holds one thing true above all: The Fact That He Knows Nothing. If feeling too deeply Magnifies the terrors Then at least life's bliss Possesses the ability To loom large in his mind. If he has a grown-up desire It's to dance long in the moonlight And in the starlight of Sirius; Hugging his own singular joy As if it were his only child. So, until the Magic fades for good And the light dies its natural death He'll keep mind and spirit alive And try his best to remain On the side of the Angels.