From the Vault 1.6
UNTITLED

Midnight clear
of transpiring blue
through which I see
godly skies drips of light
into oblivion
move into me
conterminous horizons
profound black
dexterous creation
of exorable depth

dawn whispers

regal sounds
rile silence
only the pure withstands.



the.magic.hour ¶ >1:02 PM .::.