Emanating from my Mind is a wonderful World. We are, all of us, dreamers. And what exists has not existed. My illusory hands hold...

May Mercy’s Providence be never slowed or stopped, may it continue to be known, so ice may die into the water’s flood, and fire come to...

Profoundly occupied with other things, I have begun to dream of older you, of ancient places uprooted, anew, the evidence of Merciful...

How we are fundamentally insecure, tossing our pride out of the windows when it's nighttime, time to go to bed and dream out absurdities...

Oh fuck, oaken baritone, punctuated by guitars, the swirling mixture of four horsemen on their horses, riding after Sunset into our...

Time, O, Time, immortal darkness out of whose wet folds hath sprung the miracle of the Soul to bring Dawn to the Universe— Time, O, Time,...