We
yearn for blueberry smiles morphing through monsters
ever
aloft a Godhead love; and such darkness a set of
principles
eating at a complex soul; where one is two, and
two
are either/or. Indeed, there’s a force composed of two
avenues
where two avenues travel but one road each. We
are
either/or at a giving moment, where said force is both
simultaneously.
I drift. I love for transitions to
hope for
warning
ten tiers beneath earth; and she rarely smiles to
graph
a ghost ever to checkmate distance. I drift.
We
live
betwixt there and now ever to mold for new through
old.
So grays are purples and purples are royal ever within a
flux
of change. It falls to mind that all is impermanent
aside
for ten features where all are not static. We grow for
change
to adapt to worlds speeding through memories. I’m
him
in this life where he is self in this life; and she is her a
moment
in time ever to morph into him. We channel this
way
adrift portals returning to disappear through time. So
in
essence we journey as one composed of several avenues;
wherefore,
the one is also composed of several avenues.
