Of poetry’s Gale, and commodities too. We are One within Time and Admiration.

We fill in gaps of our Soul with aspects of ourselves. We are most ourselves when marching fore to become part of the Horizon. We are what becomes of us and who we are meant to be. We are aligned, and so is sin. When marching to the beatings of our heart! Willows, tine, and lore. Combined, to be the depths of ore.

We are in a Terrain That sleeps, and that comes Back to haunt us. We are in a Creation. And, to Find out why we are Here… The Devil May care as he hunts the Wind, but we are So much… More than Depravity! We cast ourselves open. To know of blessings! And be of His Stories: but in a sea of darkness that we may find, many pathways lead to us. Witness. We can live, and Outlive! Be alive! But, be aware. Know that within, there is a sea of understanding, and a horizon of Self. We ought not forget, the candle burning in the Woods… We Know of His Blessings, but not of how they got there. Such, is a fortress… A Silhouette. And, it is all! We are Timeless, and in a sea of art! We ARE of His blessings, and can still be found dead on the Horizon! We can know that, and still be unknown to unowned transpiratory selfs. What else can be Known? We are moreso than we know, and more still than what we were. We are frozen in time, and in a Sea of Flowers. We are undulations of light and come from within. That Is what we were , and we always will be. We are flowers, and frozen in a Sine!