They say perspectives can be many  What if the world is a playground  For Anamorphosis in another Where it all makes sense  What if our bodies  Are waves  And  Waves are  Only a fragment  Of a universe set straight  Which doesn't appear as universe Cosmos uncomplicated  Abruptly, kindly  What if you were to see The shapes that scattered stars  Slaved to arrange in constellations  In a simple upturn of earth  Postcards, trinkets and french plats Worn gallantly  By a mad man?  You would perhaps  Finally see your journeys converge Concisely, wholly  On a paradigm free of material  Meaningless, until placed against  The world  Won't you come  Set things a little awry  To set the reflection pondering About a fickle one's ambitions? Oh won't you come  Crawling  So the feet in your image wonder About a da...