i have wrestled with colossi that once were dear friends, broke them down and pulled them apart, studied them, examined their massive structure and cataloged the intricate detail of their architecture, yet still, i know nothing of their hearts, i have failed to fool them of my importance. and so i sit in pale blue…

you are doomed to walk this earth child of heaven, lyric of the cosmos. alabaster star, burning without govern or cause, wrinkling the space before it an epicentrum in the great black heart of everything, the pulsating vein of eternity. the woven gestures of creation still hang in the space between spaces, the shape and…