Every subject invented Had intentional foundation with Verb

For the juice of jist We tell a story Hoping the birth of each narration will find justice while it caresses its birth into manifestation while it is being weaned for ripe intention of approaching seasons while it has kissed its essence goodbye.

Mysteries of fluidity have kept nuptial depths of water and earth within bonds of fire and air upon ventures of celestial dominions they have set high immortal wows in mortal vows.

Glowing wells light up atmospheric beliefs In depths of Optimization they germinate faith in every existence What is not within their bounds and schemes set to terminate.

By the bread inking poor hearts purest poems and infinite arts are made. By forms that ever existed and birthed anew Pleasures of core divinity make sight of sprout-rich springs.

God is blessed with infinite musical instruments within all mortal frames For this, we must write with divine inks The music in Him which all souls delight.

Tears are sparkle seeds sent to sprout celestial intentions Even the sparkles of heaven and slime of hell understand this.

We die to be fed and fixed

When Creations hearts call emotions to space imagination and manifestation wed; set beyond the senses affections; and mate on teeming seas of creativity.