Pacing with the adamant
intensity of a madman...
at the reoccurring edge of
revelation.
A soundproof roar, guttural
to the foundation of the
earth, passes for silence.
It goes something like our
world, whose lips tremble
while whistling...as to imply
all is well.
To herald the eyes and ears of
revelations that clear the light
out of dark, the dark out of light...
to ****** balance.
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 6:10 PM UTC
Pacing with the adamant
intensity of a madman...
at the reoccurring edge of
revelation.
A soundproof roar, guttural
to the foundation of the
earth, passes for silence.
It goes something like our
world, whose lips tremble
while whistling...as to imply
all is well.
To herald the eyes and ears of
revelations that clear the light
out of dark, the dark out of light...
to ****** balance.
