No evocation of god nor holy grail can wade this emboldened maelstrom, no gale nor vocation, no reason for praise in this ensemble passing retrograde.…
What did we lose in those primordial moments tossed in sarmassation, living in a glass house? I touched your inner comments then, judging me to…
Never have I known someone to smile so wide– discerning and kind of like those moments that we spent taming our brains to recognize structures,…