At Waking

Just a glimpse into this place One frame of a complex gallery More than words can say Nor music can capture effectively Painters plod on just to fail Sculptures hands form what will crack Writers scratch over the tale Poets lament what may lack No linguist may decipher these runes Science finds no road to ground Explorers fast find they’re marooned In a place no one quite ever found Musicians find notes can’t be played Dancers still as the stone The rich find no price to be paid The famous find they’re alone No medium can describe this land Detailed in layers too fine One look impossible to understand One glimpse is to know for all time