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 then again and again... We are Blood and Virtue, and survival and instincts. 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 the Sanctity of death, and Willingness to live. We are secluded in Bliss, and rains that fall in a shower. We are 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 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 the thing that lurks in the dark. What a World! We are designed from safety inside, and told to be outlandish. We are kind that flows into peoples’ open Hearts, and into the Future again!

We are Part of a Thing that sees no bounds. We are Boundless, and in a sea that knows no grounds. We are of things, in the end. We are Lost and then found in part of an Equation. We are Turmoil and the righteousness of sin... A thing with wings, that finds itself here! We are beginnings to end, and beginnings to begin again. We are lots of love, and the needs of Scorce. We are that which is bargaining, and signs down a road that came before us; twisting in sine and rivervalleys. We are go on to become onward, and then lose ourself along the way. We come to lose ourselves, and then again and again. We are Rendezvous, and a heaven between death and living. A Raven, she calls to us to revel in her stories: and be alone, as we witness defeat. To Reside in us is a new story, as witnesses unfurl! We are to be of oneself. And that which we know. A tomb, a story, and a Regret. That which is a Story, and goes onward! We are a life that goes on! And one. We are here, and Alive! One, Still! A welcomed ceremony, and commiseration. 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 Portals of our Minds. We are meant to be, and destined to see. We are to be the Sea, and a Monster of the Tides. To be at Peace with one another. And a piece, divorced. We are sin, and depravity and death. We are knowing, and the knowing of One another. We are that which is found when we can know who of what is found when we know who and what can be found. We are a piece, and of knowing onward. We can be worthy of salvation, and second chances. But, what about execution, or a shadow of a doubt? We are here to revel in stories, and wonder why we are here. We arrive at doorbells and wonder if they are here. We arrive at doorbells, and wonder if they can hear. We here to be of love, and a Silken Shrine. We can be a thousand hopes of sparkle, and a jewel at the top of a Crown. We are the defamation of Spirit, and the Spirits can rise! We are of spites and flowers! Maldives, and Daffodils, and the flowers of Spirits in our Minds! We are alive, and can wander! We are actually to be. We can be the sterling shoes that track in the wild and the glimmers of hope that sit in the crown. We came to see, and lose it! For love’s Great Divide and allure, we are Decided in fate’s garden, and provided for in allure! We can be that which there is, and wonders to be! We are a whirlwind of hopes, a deserted wave of heat in tomorrow’s decadence. We are swords to be, and cites to follow. We are catalysts to many, swords to swallow. We are rules to follow, and a ruler in its kiln. We are king to a crown, and a disease to follow. It’s as simple as that, and the Wind. We are aligned, and as One can be! The Spirit in Heaven, and the Heart of our choosing — We can be so aligned. The world is in Play, and so here are we. From therewithin. 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 belonging to be! We can be it, and believe! A Grandeur of life — the depths of life that lie in the forefront of a fissure. Can you 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 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 , 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!