Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
I love the last line of this poem, “Could frame thy fearful symmetry.” Fear is a powerful word, powerful feeling, and can even consume one’s spirit. I have never seen fear in Michael Bay’s eyes, I have never heard fear in Michael Bay’s voice, and I have never felt fear in Michael Bay’s heart.
