conception
     seems more
   than it merely
         is

       worlds
 inhabitants therein
     and thereof

   'til the heart
  races with oh my
  what be all this
   little 'ole me
   be trapped in?

      the first
    and foremost
    always being
    the I to whom
    all the rest
   seems to happen

but behind its within
  is the real oh my
    the underlie

    let the smoke
    (and mirror)
  of conceptuality
        clear