Magnificence crawls up like spotted ivy,the forest carries it’s own language, ancient, perhaps,the bark of…
Imagine, for a moment,you have tipped a magician’sgoblet. Reverse the irreversible…
Feeling past as it fades awayOld regrets, no longer matter,Memories, ghosts of moments gone,Present, time which matters most.
Oh sweetness, if you only knew how the garden thirsts for your story,the way parched…
Before the before, just the uncaused Cause
How is it said anymore to implore the spirit of this, our earth to hollow out…
Inherent vice
Fresh primordial soup,
we reek of hedonic drench!
Survive, we will not.
