"Step by Step"
Also known as:
"Monochrome's Big Project"
By: Alea the Eccentric
[Step by step, always, steady-]
[You stand, on stage, now, you're ready]
In deep careful motion, you slowly still commotion
Placed in quiet trance, your hands now start to dance.
(Nothing else can guide you now.)
{Piercing through your deepest thoughts,
like plunging into sea
To rediscover what you hid,
your body strokes through darkness-
To unveil a gathering light}
(Nothing else can guide you now, it's all coming together)
Invisible ribbons running wild, your hands are moving blazed and styled,
In your helixed mind-
where infinite unwinds.
Fondling your every move, beauty of waltz is what you prove.
Your eyes are closed, what can impose?
In your strategic power.
(Nothing else can guide you now, it's all coming together)
{It's all in but a split second
like lightning to your fate
It strikes down or builds to your devices,
out of the blue with spiraled fashion.
Now to stretch or shorten fate}
(Nothing else can guide you now, it's all coming together)
Accept this divine awe, in what your mind just saw.
All for enhancing style-
to enrich your bejeweled spiral.
In your hands you unveil, newer things to your avail.
It all imposes for the better, invite and trust, it's now or never.
All is at your fingertips.
(Nothing else can guide you now, it's all coming together)
{Now that beaconed light turns solid,
in your manipulation.
Letting go of the hand of time,
just drifting and spins away-
Traveling into nonexistence.}
(Nothing else can guide you now, it's all coming together)
The pendulum breaks by wild vines, controlled by only hands divine.
They hold a rose that starts to uncurl-
Fanciful Fibonacci you unfurl.
Though mathematics just build the face, your intelligence weaves like spider's lace.
Jewels like like dew in your web has been caught, scintillating with meticulous thought.
Your painted eyes behold your glory.
Ahh...
You still withhold the end of your story!
The souls of lanterns start to flicker
Fabulous fountains gush through thicker
Tassels, ribbons, florals in flail,
flowing like a peacocks tail!
Your magnum opus comes into focus
...
Your smile's what beholds its purpose!
(Nothing else can guide you now, you've proved that all together!)
