blowing in the wind, silence, a distance cry, outbust of fire, the flame whistles in defence of the rain, a bitter heart, withered and dry, fast commecializing, laying the stain of this rose on humanities sanctuarial carvern,lurking into the overcasting shadows of forest and stream plants divine, a system of manataurs and clone distinct wolves, a parrallel of universe and shade, higher graving a solid ground, premature and ready to fly,
mutated ships and naxaroma, black sun cold and desolate, starving for air, rushing and running the blue clouds hover over above me, the shadow of green layers approach my site, the feelings of empty and despair play a tune in front of me, slide into out picture and rest in our home, the grounds mercury color begins to melt while first hatchlings of green vines rise above and around me, the wind tunnel is blocked for the moment as outer persecptions desolved and i'm abyssed for this moment,the walls of the inigma play light shows for signs
still being watched I know you're there, seeing the spaces filled from exertions and blair, eyes everywhere, always watching and penetrating your space, filled water bowl cups and air streams of magmite share a thought with you and be here but flare another question is sensible chime rings often dead and caught up, julius and jester cat wells, i've heard your voice and recording a million miles ahead and several moments after
your rose minster cap and black flag hymm sights as fair and caper rot blows
