The requisite for lukewarm wind, a neoteric breeze, and more than one setting sun. Chronology carries on as nature stops just to attended my fantasies…. Audio of massive liquid slows my heartbeat leaking pressure off my ego. A surplus of thoughts with ample range coquets my insanity.
Flushed tension…. What civilized pain?
Without basis for suspicion, dishonor, or forgery. I am accessible to the deities arranged before me.
Take life in my lungs and squeeze it free, bury me beneath a tree.