Here the ridges are words,
And on the last day Night became Like water in the stillness. We searched for meaning where there was none and sufficed in the flesh form as only promise. I sunk my covet in the ground of an apparition. Grand ambition, architect, an irony composed as our life would become of truth. Here is my kingdom come, here is my kingdom. |
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May 2018
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