Full of life
Premise: we are thriving off the lives that criss-cross around us, leaving paper trails.
We pepper our words for the common feast
Matter born of mind is never strictly unnatural
Lines are comprised of the silences in letters And say more (It seems) Than the screams of obsolete profanity I steal them And they love me for the sweetness of manipulation’s lullaby If waterfalls could whisper away the fallacy of words I would wait for rain each day And soak in the reality of translucence […]
Nothing captures everything, forevermore