In memory of creativity.

'Twas a mere moment etched in time.
Yet I dug in it even deeper.
Perceiving each hopeless second a platinum dime,
As I explored like a sordid reaper

Frail a vision as it was before,
It floundered in an ambiguous pattern.
The remnants of God escaped my core,
And into attics of the past never to return.

This excerpt of my insides was the missing link. Now lets get back on track shall we?