During day I sleep,during night I play.During my lifetimeI few times prayed. The instincts of uswhom eat of a fleshfeel bonds of a prideand to God confess. The vessel of spirit,that whisky in a tea,flows unto my veinsand fill all industry. So I step slightly soft,I with dagger teeth,I sleep irritated by notany regretful grief….
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In the winds of winterthe biting air remindsthat warm is the sun yetthe cold finds its time. I hear the crisp paper;fluid marks the surfaceand sends us a journey,an endeavor a purpose. I shall not speak for yousome things in a head.For without my secretsall my mystery is dead. I’ll retreat though upinto a canvas…