Whatever this is... fickle dreamed gathering of fragmented fantasies, unreserved spouting of the mind's imaginative speculation organism, sweet misunderstood stance of gentleness and spirit, grating irritation of one being for the sake of another one's reach for ecstasy... I will sing it, I will proclaim it, will carry it to the end of my days.  In my Mind-forge'd canticles, you will be forever contemplated, and the wavering trebble of my voice will sing it, always.