I have reigns inside. –through depth valley. To have vindicated annunciation, a romantic crescendo. –through disagreement, obedience would quiver. Such sunny instinct: neither aware nor tolerant. I had a picture inside. –she painted brooks, argued life, vetted her paradox. –she had reigns inside. They might lend to sadness. I was with aesthetic, effacing pieces of art. Such a casual dream; never so much beauty—to writhe in sulfur. A spirit of itself; a soul of its mother—by prayer, by fiat, to witness motion, to cuddle up with holiness. I have reigns inside. I obey what causes confusion.
