A simple little rhyme to mark the passing time and start to see a cacophony flood free of brand new imagery that hangs on a wing with each new bird that sing its own wondering. Whereupon I knew no wrong or right - that was the power of brand new insight: just to hold real tight into imagination flight and see the light shatter constant useless clatter - the chatter of null-sum became a quiet hum and in its own good place, I saw that there was space for the new to race free: welcome, design eternity.