Prime Delight

PRIME DELIGHT IT is midnight; somewhere a storm has overshadowed a Soul, in others, the storm is a brilliant reprieve of false peace; and words pour as molten gold. A richness of undetermined wealth measured by Spirit and not human needs. I have become equal to fear and peace -- this i discovered with my never-closing eyes, take away this discovery and many others to share with all fellows. The proof of existence is a blood-penned period at the end of a written sigh. And i write this previous sentence in honor of Isidore Lucien Ducasse. To discover your feelings have died and the skin is a roof for a cemetery! This pain causes me to pull upon my eyes until they fall to the ground; and to realize sympathy is a symphony of sensitive angels who love us all. To me; i love you. To everyone else, you have been my teacher. :: 04-16-2019 ::