A study, a logic, a logia, Roots, radicals, an idea. To find the source of a unit, Looking for the truths of it. Read the first verse and see, How meta it is about me.

I stand still, but imagination walks through me. I am color arranged into meaning, pigments dancing on the surface. I am often found in museums.

Let us ride closer! I want to hit it with my sword! Summarizing a man who went a little overboard, thinking that I was a giant manipulated by sorcery. But Quixote was wrong; your answer is what I truly be.

Vocal hubris was their admission: God himself could not sink this ship. The crewmen declared before they sailed. They could have avoided collision, but in human error their vision did slip, your answer is why their voyage failed.

Something found in great profusion at Stone Age sites A set of friends upon whom you cannot rely After frosted, a roaring good breakfast