Glory

Thyn will do Encomber thee through tiss small'est Glory's of Glory's, Glory in itself through thyn will protruded from thyn Heart, never the precepass being the lesser from when I was born from tiss Glory . . . Thyn encomber the leaves whom thy has'th with tiss Glory as they fall around me, as I loose myself in a world I can only sence by my surroundings make of existance, but no matter where I go it follows me . . . as I dream, I don't remember leaving but I feel like I do, yet I wake up where I was . . . where does everything go? What does everything do? Where will everything go? What does it all mean? Through tiss Glory of Encomberance I hinder at thee knowing the chip is in, my instinct focused, I know tiss why I hinder & thy see's thee open with Love, & from power thy hidden idea that dwell, come'eth out & see's thee Heart protruding with glory, yet it is as always why hinder, because'eth is all a hinder(ing) through the Universe . . . everything takes time, or time is a force unstoppable, & thee'eth is not the End, thy'eth hinder, or don't we die every moment, as our Heart Flutters.