We are Fostered new strengths, and then begin again! We are Fostered into material and then again! We are Descendent into Matter and then again. We are to be Something Else, and then again and again... We are Blood, and Instincts, and survival and Reprise. We are thresholds to our future, and wisdom to our guests. We are Bliss and Fortune, and a resource of Evening Tides. We are love and Roses, and that which takes from us! We are Destiny of death, and Willingness to live. We are the rains that fall in a shower, and a God of virtue. That which is Good — and good deeds find us where we’re meant to be. We are meant to be one within the folds, and then become Her — a Toil, a Freedom, and then Of Allure.

Most Measurements are relative! We are kind to kin and watch those wings grow to flames. What a World! We are that Which fosters Growth, and New Comings! We are that which is associated with Fortune, and a good thing that lurks in the dark! We are designed from the safety inside, and then from the outlandish! We are the kind that flows into peoples’ Hearts, and then into the Future again!

We are a Sea that knows no grounds. We are Part of a sea that knows All Things! We are Turmoil, and the Righteousness of Sin... We are Light, and love. And, to know end, again! The salvation of our choosing, and virtue! We are a Thing with wings that find ourself here! We are to know beginnings, and love, and the King of sorrows. That which is bargaining, and resists the reigns from sky above! We are kind to lose ourself on the way, and find the kindness within! We are the Way, and the path of our stone. We are sin, and virtue. That which is a Rendezvous, and a haven between sanctity and Death. A Raven, she calls to us, to revel in her stories — and to be alone, as we witness defeat. Tumbling down roads and rivervalley, we come to find ourselves. We come to be alone, and find ourself along the way. A tomb, a twist, and a story of Heaven. A stairway that goes onward. And a Tome that goes on. A purpose, a journey, and a Wandering! We are a thing that is closed, and opened again! Part of movement, and times of remorse. We are love, and a design to be a riot! We come here to be on the road, and lose ourself again! We are a commiseration, and a welcomed ceremony, between Heaven and Death. Part of a thing that knows no bounds! In between our grounds of this life, and the next! To be alone. And again! Reborn.

We are a World, and rest in her folds.

We are Masters of craft, and Hearsay that lingers in Portals of our Minds. We are meant to be, and destined to die. We are meant to be the Sea, and the Monsters of our tides. To be at Peace, with one another. And a piece, divorced. We are sin and depravity, and death and rebirth. We are knowing, and knowing of One another. We are that which is found when we know who is found when we can piece together what is found within. We are worthy of salvation, and second chances. We are here to wonder, and wonder why we are here! We arrive at doorbells, and wonder if they can hear. We arrive at doorbells, and wonder if they are even here. We are here to be loved, and of a Silken Shrine. We can be a thousand hopes of sparkle, and a jewel that sits on the Crown. We are the destructions of Spirit, and yet we can rise! We are sprites and daffodils! And spirit that lingers in our minds. We are shapeless. And unbound. We are sterling shoes that track in the wild, and a glimmer of hope that we feel in our eyes . We come to see it all. For in love’s Great Delusion, there is peace and justice. We are Decided in fate, and garden’s allure, and feel free nonetheless! We that which is crystal grown. And a poetry web, of grandeur and hopes. We are a whirlwind of hopes, a desert storm. We are swords to be sworn, and cities to follow. We are catalysts to many, and deaths to follow. We are Rulers of kiln’s deserted. Kings to a crown, and seeds to fallow. It’s as simple as that, and as destiny. We are so aligned, as One can be! The Spirit in Heaven, and the Heart of our choosing — we can be so! The world is in Play, and so are we! The dolphin swims as it plays. And, can you? We are to rescind what we know and let it all go! We are to be of all things, and to belong ! We are of it, and become. That is the eternal sunshine of our Minds! The Grandeur of life — and the depths of life that lie at the forefront of a fissure. Can you see it, and belong? Can you see it, and sell it? A synchronicity of lives, and forefront of lives burning at the end of a candle? Can you see it all undone? A Creator that has only one Song?

We are Realms of new Beginnings. We are that which is code and comes to be by our Side , idle . We are that which is a New Horizon, and jump in! We are that which is a Death and fruition, and a Reconciliation of new Hopes. We are that which matters most to matters that become because of what matters most. We are slow to act, and destined to see! A sorrow to be set-free! Times become because of it, in the end. Good luck! We are Winter’s lome, and God’s choosing. A Winter to be set free! We are God’s storm. And meant to be heard! We are meant to be, and destined to be set-free! In mother’s arms, and truths desired, we can be alive. We are Allowed to live! A Creation, a Cauldron . A storm of lightning! We are love! To become unknown. We are born, to be unknown. Borne because of it. To be unknown, once again. When the transpired transposes, its fate into another other realms. One sword crashes into another and sings in reverberation. We are set in a storm of reverberation ! Singing in seas , and river terrors, the things that we become! A breath of new Awakening. And decree of wonders, and we are seeing it now undone! Witness in her folds , a sweet unification! A seeking that has been sought. A sight to seek , and a being to become . We can believe, and are it. And become! Believe in it, and All Things, for in all things , there is a chance to survive!