Beyond the reach of rationale,
                                                   in a distant realm
                                               where phantoms reign,
                                                   a battle waged;
                                                                          obscure.
 

       This poem is written in black, gothic script upon the pages of an opened book.  The book is on a desk which seems to protrude into an abstract picture.  The page is predominantly black except for a jagged strip of green color running down the right side of the page and several forms visible in the field of black.
     Most prominant among these is a blue hand, yellow in the palm, reaching from a white cloud oward a white star far above.  It represents a struggle carried on far within the abyss of an inner world described by the poem as ruled by phantoms.  Are these phantoms foreign or are they phantoms of one's own consciousness?