Reading Time: < 1 minute We’ve seen Nebuchadnezzar’s
whip and the dexterity of it’s wrath, drawing designs of maps on
the skins of our past, we’ve also been told of how dames and popes
who were honored with a badge of truth later danced to beats
resonating from the larynx of demons
Reading Time: 7 minutes I find myself at a crossroads. A lost soul with no direction. A flight hovering in the sky with no landing. A bird with a broken wing.
Reading Time: < 1 minute Emanates from a void. All creation begins with darkness. Air peers into the void and some light peers.
Pieces scattered in oblivion. Abstract founds concrete.
Sprouts a crazy idea building to a thought so intense to bottle.