Sunday, November 29, 2015


Days gazing over moons, children's tears burn like the setting sun. Illuminating halls of exploration revisit innocence of silence. 
The dawn sweeps away affliction the residue of toxic minds, propaganda, & red light cameras. 
Casting shadows upon thoughts, no space thought empty. Value has no allies left depraved in a Cold War within screens bound by minds. 
Walking deeper into her breathe weightless in these meaningless endeavors we risk our time daily. Prophets seeking profit in a new age of telepathy. The reign of the unheard is coming.