Nothing will unfold for us unless we move toward what looks to us like nothing: faith is a cascade.
... It's the rare God who needs less stroking that a rock Star or poetician ...
It's just me throwing myself at you, romance as usual, us times us, not lust but moxibustion, a substance burning close to the body as possible without risk of immolation.
Anguish is the universal language
Silence is so steadfast, you know. It is so ample, after all.
