The cloaked elan of a swerve, it took moon curve, foundational blue in blue, a swarm of swell, cantankerings of elation, not a personality to be seen on a wide tabularity. All that is vertigo is not cathedryllic, this numen… Continue reading
I want to praise you from top to toe from your first murmur of waking in the morning, till the monitors of sleep subdue all with whispering dream i want to take you with me to sea, on rolling voyages… Continue reading