Ruins spacious, oblique a chamber of chasms the dreamless wonders cast about a sirens last note eyes open hard light a fighters first punch fractured moments slip beneath consciousness, over bright spaces disabused, returned from stone corners knocked hard mantis of destiny alive anew long dead dilatory emergence sweet tremblings sung low shuck the casings, … Continue reading
Category Archives: Soil and Toil
Dreams come in form, to inform that which resides within that needs to be born from self, from each unique soul. My hands are a medium of grace, what I build comes from personal growth and hopefully to universal truth and greater knowing.