The oldest amongst myself would say we pray for salvation in any place that sets you in 90 degree angles. That’s why there are ends to your ascentions, and reprimands and detentions. If purpose were endless, you’d have never felt it. As is the fish or things unseen, they give praise and are obvious alms […]Read more "Twenty – Nineteen"
Towards someone who has figured it out Lifted arms are the throne Traveling poems from the fulcrum of titanium cabinets Isn’t it beautiful, How you never stole a pulse, and the oblisk-ed samba that became your toe-tipped stones move you over mountains and all else. Where do you lose the wind when that’s your cavern? […]Read more "Towards someone who has figured it out"
This is the excerpt for your very first post.Read more "To save memory"