Dressed in magical formulas, you are. Creating fantasy out of traditional lanes, you seem. Creeping under the passion of the invisible plane, you love. You turn on the engine. Old plans will fly until they become exploding birds of imagination. Soaring, roaring, as if nothing else were there to be conquered because all has been surrendered to your voice. Deep as your imagined galleries of hope that reinterpret the way life is observed from a shallow name into a flush of royal love.