Comprehensions Poem by Riano Harp

I am capable of great comprehensions
However, with the multitudes of illusion
I sucome to my own for-seen detriment
Created by the amisdty of the flesh of a star
And a touched reflection, soon swamped by
Circular darkness that pumps as it withers;
Even as the fish is caught within it's inky water
I feel such grand magic being despised by the logician
Who crouches beneath my guts, seized only by shadows,
Breathing hearts and the boy who says to me
"I am capable of great comprehensions"