Life is a pulsing spider-web of veins,
A masterpiece ruled by the laws of change;
Some threads fecund, soon nothing remains,
others throb mightily, currents flow in their range;
Love and dreams streams in the depths of its core,
The drying streambeds that are dying and poor,
Vibrant violent torrents with the virtues of a w****,
The ichor inside is pure ecstasy evermore;
Flow freer, restore the fecund that has taken some,
Unleash your powers, prove who you can become,
Take your abilities, apply them for yourself,
Rush readily through your web, discover true wealth,
Rectify ruined veins, reinvent the glory of health,
But beware of the fecund, beware of it's stealth,
It inches through in your ecstasy, eager to infect,
The dark blotches that become your intellect,
Dress in it an undercurrent, an unknown defect,
It becomes a part of you, a side that seems incorrect,
A look in the mirror, but it will never reflect,
Such subtle power the fecund, give it healthy respect,
Never forget the sublime, or you will fail to protect,
To flow freely in your wealth, you'll be a ship wrecked.