Gaze thru the lights of the palace
Michaelangelo's internal dialog through the letters
A controlled suicide of the emotion
And of the painter's sudden doom
Through the inventions and innovations of proprietors past
Through the ways of old and tradition
Will we create salvation?
Or will we die the death of old
And never reach the highest life
Through the teachings of the skies
Through the classrooms of caves
Will we find our eyes
Suicide of honours behold
Romeo's eyes do close
And Juliet realizes he's just a pimp
And young Rosalind turns cold
And good Katarine yearns to conclude beside a stove
Through juicy young poets
in their cataleptic dreams
we find our fate
Of shallow waters and stupid smiles