Crawling around, looking down, searching for painted traces of famous places I’d fought to need. Searching crowds watching clouds, waiting for the modest bone to break—don’t dance on a grain of sand especially while sipping tea. The sun will keep falling, and the sky will always evolve beyond the blue and grey drive. Backs don’t move. Keep closer to the force of all your fear and allow the message to sink into your deepest reaches. Time takes an entire life. Try not to sink ships while burning bridges peer to peer.
Make it so the history of your voice may shake your heart, than let it go, and travel across the void.
Indelicate loathes the aspect of vesture; evil and despair long violated by the hand and eye. Unseemliness epidermal obscenity; rags of anatomy, I dispense false accouterments immodestly incarnadine to the carnal otherwise obsidian white without vision. Do not organize chaos. Let the being dance translucent and ethereal, impounded only by an impending romance. The Kingdom spawns while the rain drops echo in the storm. I wish to make with you a pact: secrets shown. This reckoning will reach the soul. Madness may devour us all. Steady hope with steal spoke. No lists. No wishes. No missions.
