Take it, trust it, let the utter uncertainty swim, boisterous, unafraid, heated and opinionated, please

the agony of overused scriptures and attacks of God fearing loathe and desire by mind – that prose minus any man nor woman anymore

be promisingly promiscuous, be free to seize exception at any next turn of scenic event – change the landscape

because this has been a beautifully whimsical and heartbreaking thing, a thing which will leave ties tattered and severed and tremendously broken