Continued backwards

When will the wagon fatigue? Some snowflakes see a world beyond repair. Striving in their egos to control their flight. Unaware of the storm. Unaware of the wind.

Softly we dance. Is it not enough to caress an angel's wing? Must we grasp a feather as we go by? Fight and fit over a strand of heavan. This is our body broken ourselves. This is our blood shed ourselves.

Covet we shall the starshine. Covet we shall the gentle breeze. The greater story is lost. We are but nails in the greater weave. We are but snowflakes in the universal storm.

Take and eat.

tall trees toppling

Sometimes while dreaming awake i wander wondering wishing white walls would warp

doesnt make any sense does it? but there i am lost limping like loose lame lampreys licking little lilacs

my little cherub too

is this my legacy to you? my snowflakes... someday soon i will add a paypal link to my site so you may donate to my cause

to write 5000 verses dedicated to love

i have to eat also

"Arise, Kill, And Eat" Acts 11:7

so did i slay your heart?

Introduction

Some will come as curious. Some will come exploring. Some will come to whip and bind. No universal truths. No final facts.

I love you all, is how I should start. Snowflakes now gather and listen well. You will last only as long as you fall. Dance as beautifully as you can in the wind. Soon the earth shall take you.

Home, she is waiting. With something hot from the oven. My beautiful perfect little girl will dance and demand a hug. I love what I have. I have what I love.

Go in peace.