Chance, half sustained,
Shall we cast our fears forever out of reign,
And I see you trying to stand on your feet.
Laugh, spinning rhyme,
Caught in tumbling spires of of joy and
Crying, fate unknown,
Lost in forests, way beneath your shining sceptre and the throne.
Take the son by your hand and
guide him along through the
kindling timbers of architectural
forestry and the green cleanliness
distorted by suburbs and old men
lost inside their sorrows. To change
+ insight befell by betraying all candles,
flying floating crying + lost.
Stammer, change of heart,
We can see in the dark if we try,
Still such little effort does it take,
Mildly, the changes that we make.
INFINITE UNIVERSE REVEALED
I never thought I'd live to be a million.