Their utter anticipation needs to be their numero-uno weapon of mild-mannered construction. Their minds will stall a fair while. Their angle of eye-line additionally advances and at.. purely poetic pace, actually. They are not going to be here forever and, yet… maybe it will all of it subside a fair while
This sense of impending death (which will blossom and BLOOM) because, and this is rather the important part, but where DID the Art actually ALL stART?!
Yes. Someplace ironic and really deep within
One singular person’s state of… naturally sedated soil of soul As they propose to fully focus On all of the wrong things, actually
As that is IN FACT wherein the white lilies grow. Wherein the people turn up to show their truest sense of trust and situational understanding
