Can I imagine? Can I conceive?
What it was like? Do I believe?
You produced this world from nothing,
Created every living thing,
It’s illogical, impossible,
For humans, incomprehensible.
Accrediting speed to the cheetah,
Experimenting with a star,
Conceding a need for cocoa beans,
Giving life to human beings.
But the image of Your artists passion,
Dying for the piece You fashioned,
Is that pure lunacy? Is it perfect love?
Love for the artwork? Love from above.
Can I imagine? Can I conceive?
What it was like, to die for me.
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