One wish. Two feuding polemics. In all spheres, through wooded meadows, leaning into confusion. Perplexing roads; palms of faith; each step shifts its focus. One life; three spirits. It addles a little, fiending for immortality, rushing into deaths. A sudden sentence, so close it aches, mourning graves, whispering to dusk, motion as it breeds. Walking miles, carrying problems, misidentified by self; uncured philosophic—unhealed exhibition, mythical liaisons. Mystic water, steeped in baptisms—unending lamps, waning ambition. One existential, fraught by postmodernity, unveiled by deconstruction—a soul to its desires, left to perish a horrible sacrifice. Becoming pieces of ecstasy, too much destroys, a season for all things, balance most essential. Something inside holds to good times, blame it on neurotransmitters—spirit memory, chasing first experiences, becoming lethal characters.
