Double helix double paths drifting side by side that have done gone dry dry dry to the blinds of time in enterings of air equalized by peace sought in shattering sincerities of shoe-worn worldliness.
Behind the drifting colours of the disparately-threaded bathroom are the pointed one’s liquid transmissions nailing a red world of his to the center of the states that the wind broke into figures.
Forceful the sky to the world that comes knocking lazing daffodils on early eyes with a gilded gaze with guilt to the phase.