Laying out amplified visions, letters assemble in the richness of the text. Time and space carve out special engravings in mind. Only surgical precision remains. This being the state of affairs, I move around a hundred wishes. There comes the question of focus and stray thoughts. They engulf the mind and mirror its frequencies. On to the curvatures of being, nothingness wipes in, and dissolves a myriad of smiles. Unknown lips touch the air of grace and feathers its ill timed dreams.
