i believe the primary dimension in poetry is god
the truth the end new beginnings
such a beautiful one would you too
there are no inhibitions
there is no mask
no lie no custom no tradition no evil
an ecstasy of passion
a lust for life so unfettered so lavish
oh the impending heaven we envision overtake us now
soar over our transient lives
our common realities or
simple minds we deceive ourselves
imagine the fictionous truth beyond
the present futility we immerse
depart from us forever
we catapult towards the peerless morrow
for infinity is waiting