A thick silk cord to caress, as like to seduce, a love that fails the correct fails, moves on with soft light past secret doors, into mirrors with green smoke to delight, so we meet for the first time.

The light in the heart of darkness.

I had a love with the moon, as if such a love were there, and the light was changing me, even my appearence, telling me with sweet honesty, the jewels found in the water, were more than real.

Too much military spending is not wise. It produces a hawk with bad vision. It fails the women and children. It is essentially dystopian.

I am touching the future in fictional wonder.

A moment that has consequence.

Time as double vision: Imagine that you are taking a day dream walk and suddenly you begin to picture the past with astounding intensity, also you notice something that hasn't happened with astounding intensity. This does occur. Does this mean there will be a future where this event occurs? Perhaps, and perhaps not. This is hard to know for sure.

An equation doesn't end the question.

When complaints fade away..

The invisible heart has touched into you.

Ten toes are ten love buddies.