Denying not that I love. Yet the air, rarefied and clarified by nuance with slow steady promptings from the foundations of the real. There is no condition but be conditioned by the condition within the situation, sharpened, softened, hardened made sweet not bitter by time.

Oh, sublime release of all inadequacies, intemperance and desire for control, becoming old with the age of grace and perpetual transformation. An alliance with service in the midst of a revolving set of universal extra’s some of which have a clue and a message for you or me.

What wicked rock besets or anticipates collision with the embrace of oceans repetitive, intentional and unrelenting bringing to bear just enough erosive potency to shed the moss and ages? Are we so tightly armor clad that the vestiges and abuses of ravenous winters avoid confrontation?

No for the battle is of neurons, protons, electrons and molecules determined to bump into ever mass and force equally universally bound by powers beyond them. Agitated, afraid and resentful they set in purpose a quest of steal, lend and transfer the curve, embraces and gravity given unto all.

Embrace yet not seeing a circumstantial alignment of like energy set to weather and purpose reducing the shroud and loudly declaring the witness of our making. Parietal focus in conveying the acid morphing potential of stomachs pent upon their own destruction.

Into what shall we be made ready? What form or pleasure sanctifies my mooring, tending toward rising stars of yet marked galaxies jumping the parameters of light, quark and harness to produce and plant the beginnings of that which until then remains unknown.