correction: I squeezed a warning out of you…I slipped down the stairs to a new kind of devotion, a motion that hypothesizes more…
they told me it was the face of a mandescending like a fire raged storm
As we age, our grace strangely wanes;rigid, riddled foreheads,wrinkled existential questions…
In the silence of the cosmos, a cosmic song,Stars and galaxies dance, in harmony…