Hidden Motions
Hidden motions carry the stars of our presence while revealing nothing but the untangled complexity of being.
The stick poking out of the lake disrupts the clarity of the water like the demands of survival outwit the forthright tenacity of my intellect.
Amalgamations of parading ferocities dot the skyline with fizzling distributions of excitement.
A frenzy of entropy washes over the essence of eternity until the discretion of the moment tears like rain.
Like blistering pain, the hail of sorrows blizzards the atmosphere and halts the conception of embodiment, the result of which I am entangled to behold.