These angelic insects from where do they come? A place in time just west of denial. Aligned with my will I'll need them for this quest. A moment trapped for no reason. Perceived in delusion, distorted as a result. Its gift is lucid potentiality. A ghost with good intentions I am. Setting boundaries that shall linger amongst and beyond the ashes forever. If only for your own salvation. You need not even pay attention. I'll love you either way. The door has been shut. Don't worry its been left unlocked. Search for the exit I've chosen to guard. Drift along the fringe. With the brilliance hidden in the shadows, has all that was naturally possessed been cast away?
