“It says in the beginning, the earth was without form & void-
shapeless&empty”
Distance floats in shapeless delight.
Being
lost in wonder
lacks in conquer
.the ideal is dead.
&
Apalled
by genuine growth
branching evolution
in slower motions.
Impulse celebrates expired joy
using hope as nothing more than a toy.
Patience&Rotation
are nothing more than
timeless jazz.
Destined for boundless delivery.
CHOOSE YOUR SIDE NEVER A SIDE
ASH//FAITH
CHANGE OR DIE
//WORN OUT JOY//
THINK.NEVER KNOW.
Conversion comes in jaded mixture
tasting purity and (miss)conception
killing glee
in glance
The fluid moment
is a casual interruption
to the fluid identity