Leave the Note Upon the Limb of the Oldest Tree

LEAVE the note upon the limb of the oldest tree & cry for me A sense of urgency & if you sense fire my Love Oxygen removed from the hungriest brains are so biblical Spreading my arms wide apart to separate the water from the lands so you can walk toward me. Desolation of thoughts mostly by the lonely and victory held as history for the thickest hearts and i'm still here until the End. Until the End. Where every point intersects all points of our Universe. Matrix mathematics is clearly closest to our Souls. And three cheers for tyranny while the rest of the world marks their future moment. :: 12-31-2016 ::