It validates them to strengthen their writing prowess,
no matter what it is they write.

And with all of its power, the sins would just
seem to land upon him.

My dad keeps calling me a dreamer-
the wilderness and the trumpets just
always called me
to amber shores.
to the violet sunsets.
to something beyond.
yet something familiar.

for,
my eyes to feast on their glory.
like shifting simulacra clouds
of platinum dragons and
sunny sky kingdoms.