gravity the weighing of objects the weight of thoughts unstrung like dust in the moonlight carrying on unbound for chance at matter mattering to matter to be
amongst the ferns we wicker and scare yearning for the little finger chance to pay us mind our due but overdue is our submission to grace of abundance our invitation to everlasting the times of coming
who is death? no enemy of time, only consequence a neutral effect of life life affected by the nature of its being i question death as only life i know for certain only where i am only passage. to tri