Waltz on the withering spirals of wind,enjoy the sounds of the watery weather your scarred leather skin has never looked better,turn out the lights at sea and wash away a wistful sailors dream,a clandestine dedication,avowal of loving forever unfulfilled.espy exploding stars with excited consternation,we whine and wonder and cackle and conjure a tumultous ruckus among the willow arms that shade us,toss a cockle claterring on the careless air,you scared for your soul caught up in a clawing flock of whooperwills,will you sell me short?for youvehad your fill of this derelict distress and death begets thy will be done.and some days seem like an unseen embrace,some beauty awaits you with complacent gaze,some faces are lined with the traces of their screams unsung,and someday youll be so fucking grateful for such forlorn finesse.another sick player in a game inexplicably fixed.these surrounding boundaries are practical lies produced to suffuse us and keep vague truths alive,and that paradise sought over hills heaths highways and cities of concrete fields is a speculative quest that yeilds far more then is often perceived,for heaven is a bearing closer than it may seem,and i came so close.nausicaa's song calls us here,and straining we hear her tearful cry echo the life bestowed us among the chaos of shadow and light, all that is are fragrant and outspoken whispers of wind, the sounds of our fates that clatter resounding then one winding down in a flutter will fade, afraid of said darkness, we must embrace the purity of corruption,cleanse hateful confusion and distill the dichotomies that render us no peace, and live, and die, as i, as we, see fit. Beauty and terror coalesce, one cells behest to all the rest and the whole beholden to it in return, and the earth that burns begets us as we learn and steadily tread the paths long dead now awakened, and taking from others in boundless coagulation, in hateful dispute and loving relation, we contribute our whole as a part of the unseen face, the infinite plane, above and below and within and what is all that was, is, or will be. so become who you are and fight hard in ambitious desire for survival, reside withall on the cusp of life, the precipice which we, ever resolute, evermore will cling to to, sing atop and aloud, freeing our voices in the canyon from hither far and long, carried to its boundaries, clutching at whats forever beyond,and admire this for what it is, in essence, existence. for one day soon,occuring now forever since always, a dark blustering zither appears, to drag me off to the dark whence we came to which we all will return, pure and unwashed carrying nothing save love, to the fecund void bearing our weight as we cross,and we,the whole part of our being, the entity ever striving far-reaching onward indefinitely,will nestle and settle enmity unbereaved,reach our peak in lively song at least and at last to witness the death and rebirth of our own anonymity