Within a recessed niche, inside a cave
along a waterway, beneath a hill,
abides a creature ugly, lonely, brave,
whose job is guardian. His monster will
is focused like a laser beam, refined
on treasure mined for me with my own hand
and bound by my own dreams, and kept in mind,
until the spirit grows to understand.

Within a project, hidden by the curve
of weeks unraveling from out a year,
there bides the prize I labor to deserve.
There poises dreams of me as I’ll appear
as soon as I from out my recess move,
and by my motion metaphysics prove.