Allowing many adjustments to be made to focus on lasting
expressions and becoming ordinarily stuck in putrefied
stations of time, only to be fitted with straps of
abhorrence and sent to extremes of silence in covers of
obsolete knowledge.
Foregoing any thoughts, playing secretly with an absence
of imagination taken from me as a child, then returned to
former aptitude and life.
Last days of living ended in a paper prayer.
themselves from all others, overpoweringmy senses, yet lifting my spirits andexpectations.A treasure trove of insights at myfingertips, allowing entrance into anyand all matters of descriptive essence.
Soluble solutions, liquefying definitions, blurring fine lines to create new ideas in middles of explanations.Assuming figures are going to be perpendicular or rectangular, sending coded messages through visions of fixated images, calling out to be included in every aspect of writing poetry.
