LogicalPremise

All that glitters is not eezo in cascading arcs of fell azure light All that we know of it, a mote of dust Upon a quantum shore that borders no sea All that glitters is not eezo though it powers all of our works It allows us to sail through the stars Is the fuel that drives all technology All that glitters is not eezo For an enigma cannot be granted a price Weightless and mocking, illogical Eezo remains the one true mystery

Long days have slid past the vault of the sky As sun and moon chase each hour across the blue of sea and shore I long for the days of my life givers and life bringers I am weary of toil and proud of the rings I bear on each arm My daughters, straight and proud, carry my name and blood My fine lovers are my supports when the nights grow cold But under this vault of sky I am alone, within myself, a multitude of those I know My fingers touch air, but I am made of many I have seen shores I will never walk upon I have danced with smiling princesses I will never see Lips have tasted mine that are long dead I have chased the narhwan upon