When you say that you are fine,

It leaves me lost to where your heart lies;

What to make of such a quandary

With diction so abstract in nature -

I am granted the privilege akin to a diety:

What you imagine is real as what I manifest.

You are subject to my wishful thoughts;

That gives you an alternate state of actuality -

The "fine" I contrive is an everlasting inclination

To remain in a state of sublimity.

The inherent design of your self is embraced upon

In an alternate multiverse, you may

Choose to live whichever state that you wish,

And you will not know of the transition -

Though language cannot describe

The state of "fine" that I have envisioned,

I can alleviate your curiosity with my prose;

Behind the ominous prism lies an alternate self

With the most luminous Aura

Withstanding the capacity of the naked eye,

Brighter than the stars the comprise you.

(Courtesy of Sharly Dyde)