the balance between the sip and sup to be drawn from the eternal cup cajoled into the acting beyond the will this bitter sweet immortal pill at times the victory is almost assured but the victor remains still aboard the floating ship on the senseless sea reminded that all resides in futility a season for that a time for this are we headed towards the great abyss it really does seem a that we consume at will our senses on overload destruction our greatest skill under surface out of sight truth is coming with impecable light a clarity only witnessed by the few will move within us deep and true let us step into the worlds of others are all creatures of consciosness not sisters and brothers .
wishbone
Posted - Dec 20 2016 : 2:32:34 PM
