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 New, and again and again... We are to be Blood and Virtue, and survival and instincts! We are thresholds to our future, and the wisdom to our guests. We are Bliss, and Fortune! And a Resource of Evening Tides. We are love and Roses. And that which takes Everything from us. We are Willingness to live, and the Sanctity of death. We are secluded in Bliss, and that which is Destiny. And Good Deeds find us, where we’re meant to be. We Are One within the folds and then Become of Her — a Toil, a Freedom, and then Of Allure.

Most Measurements are relative! We are kind to kin, and watch those wings grow into flames. We are that Which fosters Growth, and New Comings! We are sanctioned to die, and also the thing that comes from it. We are Depravity and death, but Also the thing that hides in the dark? What a World! We are designed from it. And, the Safety inside... We are the kind that flows into peoples’ open Hearts. We are that which turns into candles and open doors, and then into the Future again!

We are Part of a Thing that knows no bounds. We are Boundless, and a sea that knows no grounds. We become of things, in the end. We are Lost and found, in part of an Equation. We are Turmoil and a righteousness of sin... A thing with wings that finds itself, Here! We are beginnings to end, and lost beginnings to begin again. We are lots of love, and the needs of Scorce. We are that which we become, and roads that came before us; twisting down rivervalleys. We Become who we are, and then become lost again. We are a Rendezvous between, Heaven and Death. And a Raven, she calls to us, to revel in stories: and be alone, as we witness defeat. To Reside within, as new adventure Unfolds! We are to be of oneself. And that which we know, A tomb, a regret, and then a Story. A Story, that goes onward! A life, that goes on! We are here. And we are here, Still! A welcomed ceremony, and a ceremony of commensuration. A lost cause, and clause of Clarity. We are here. And we are here, Still! Alive!

We are a World, and rest in her folds.

We are Masters of craft, and Hearsay that lingers in a Portal of our Mind. We are meant to be, and destined to live! To be of the Sea. And a Monster of the Horizon. To be at Peace with one another. To be a piece divorced. Who can know what? A Peace worthy of satisfaction and of execution, and second chances? We arrive at doorbells, and wonder if they are Here. We arrive at doors, and wonder if they can Hear? We are love, and of a Silken Shrine. We can be those sparkles of hope, and shine that comes from the Crown. We are a defamation of Spirit, and the Spirit can rise! We are sprites and flowers! Maldives, and Daffodils, the Spirit in our Mind! We are alive, and we wonder! We can actually be. We are sterlings in the wild and glimmer that sits in the crown of a crown! We come to see, and lose it! A love’s Great Grandeur, and Allure. We are Decided in lore, and provided for in fiction! We can be that, and there wherever that is. We are a whirlwind of hopes, and tomorrow’s decadence. We are swords to the wind, and cities to follow. We are catalysts to many, and designs to a few. We are rules to follow, and love in its peril. We are rulers to a king and disease to a swallow. It’s as simple as that, and as a life . We are aligned, as One can be! The Spirit in Heaven, and the Heart of our choosing — can We be so aligned? The world is in Play, and therein. The dolphin can swim as it plays, can you? We are to rescind what we know, and let it all go! We are to be of it and belong! We can see it, and believe! A Grandeur of life — the great depths of life that lie in the forefront of a fissure. Can we see it, and believe? Can we know it, and believe? Can you know it, and be there within? A synchronicity of lives, and the light of a candle. Withdrawal, And symbolism. Can you see it all undone? Can you think of a Creator that has only one Song?

We are Realms of new Beginnings. We are that which is a code and comes to our Side idle. We are that which is a New Horizon and jump in! We are that which is a Death and the Reconciliation of Hopes. We are that which is matter that matters most to matter that becomes because of what matters most. We are slow to act, and a willingness to be, And a sorrow to be set-free! Times become of it. And good luck. We are in Winter’s lome. We live in God’s adventure — and surprise! We are in Lightning and Sound! And God’s Creation. We are love — and in sound, a cauldron of Creation. We are sight and sight, and of God’s Children. We are to be, and set free — to be in mother’s arms, and witness oneself, aloud! We can be lost, and still be … allowed to let to live — A Creation. We are God’s Atoms and in a storm, we’re in the face of the storm! We are God’s Things to love! When one sword clashes another, and sings in reverberation! We are set in a storm of reverberation ! Singing in seas and set in terrors, wondering who we are. Designed to die, and destined to live ! It's a hope. To live, and know one — another . A Breadth of a New Awakening. And an understanding of love, a Breadth of fresh air. We are seeing it now. And become undone, therewithin! A new stormy Bow, and a strengthening to become. Witness, in her folds , and a sweet unification. And a justice, of God’s. A seeking that has been. And been done. To know, another. A cite to seek , and a knowing to become . We can believe, and become. Believe in it, and All Things, for in all things and candles, there is a chance to survive!