Above the height of my extremities 
that vexes my soul.
High, soaring through the enclosures of the clouds.
In and out of the illusions 
that race in between the rays in the skies.

In the electrifying thoughts of my mind;
How can you reach me?
The essence of me,
The self-assurance of me,
The satisfaction within me,
The pure-being of me.
Black, Bold, and Beautiful
Stretching far and upright before you

Lavishly, in the expression of my artistic kaleidoscope.
Gliding swiftly in the midst of the pattern in which my maze slopes.
With remarkable prestige,
Exemplifying the infallible phase of infinity.
Tiptopping the emotional stimulation of your mind.

Yes, you can affect me by the wounds you might place upon my heart,
Or by the unforgettable words that may pierce my soul like darts.

However, my spirit…

Is Untouchable.