My name is Aliyah, the exalted one, We'll leave out the name for short. As it's beyond mans capabilities, To see thyn own mystic mysteries. Of scientific thinking and faith, That fractals out into being. With reminisce found, Beyond the grave and dead. I learned poetry, To elaborate the floral tree. That the coat doctors call DNA, The cloaked call internal rhythm and play. Maybe one day we'll align, And connect to our ancient ways. But this time with semblance And mindful gay.