Flowing acquisition of victories untold, both new and far older than time allowed our vision. When days were yet crafted we stood aside amazed and overwhelmed in possibility and promise. Reluctant to look away our quaking hearts set aflame by the simplicity infinitesimal.

Enemies a dying focus of misdirected allegiance to a failure absent any hope or resolution. Still, nerves yet driven by expectation or planning, assuaged the effort and reloaded the adept. Faith um-pausing assumption all before us would be cleaned as path drawn in siege.

These memories trying the calm within this fiery heart, the cool of rained forest saturates my leaven. To right and real the heaven’s beckon, men of due recourse and assumptive reason. We left our fate to the hand of greater crafting than even the limit of our thorough eligibility.

Training for preparedness for all that is slated to be revealed. We sat inclined to the sounds and rhythms of God’s opus. Moored to those things set beyond the limits of reason to miraculous. Treasure’s brightly leading the dull fancied hope of this man’s determination.

What is the frequent result of supremacy’s meeting. Undone by thought and foolish heart to find the depths and empty barrels aligned with our reckoning. Learning the instant mechanisms of shock and realignment kindled by a view too glorious for understanding.