Humans seek the keeper. If by depth of Light.
Such becomes an anxious river.
Wronged for wildfire—most intimate of creeks.
Enveloped by memories, sketches, etched into frequencies.
Certain dear discernment, wondering by patterns, spiritual spigots.
Whomsoever.
Affected by absence; influenced by presence: this isn’t a secret.
In looking at pieces, in wrestling roses, we dissemble parts.
Like wafting scents, to have come they may, such somber ethos, sure radiant logos, pathos was indicted.
To see for a journey, to alter sequences, quivers and arrows.
Softer reasons.
Fragrance born determinates.
Passionate indifference.
If only perfections!
Cosmic maestros; echoes. By doleful joys—knowing masquerade, science of
weeping waves.
