Vision spilling out my eyes

I can see how divine

The goodness spreading round my mind

If I see then it’s prime

The Vision coming from my cortex

The picture I paint is divine

The divine is my guide

Mechanics turns cycles chime

Vision caught me in a upper cut

I was blinded by design

profoundness turning through my mind

Rivers bend envision highs

Is the vision even possible

I ask the questions they reply

The idea just so divine

I was caught in its sublime