
Made of stone


∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆





Whiskey baby
I’m warm with him
The sun, snow, and all
Fragile Fields
speck of dust
seven dead stars
bright on earth
tough enough
dangerous
native fields
of rainbows
of blue lotus
sirens of the womb
being of severed sea
shifting soon as wonders of the world
as little sweet girls
forming fields and seven hills
fragile Fields
a fearful yield
I agree
A prey in the belly of the beast
A wolf in sheep’s clothing
Nature vs. nurture
Both I guess
It all
she said
Wanting him to see
She was everything
The birds and the bees
Make believe
A bear and the cave
His giving when the giving got saved
Laughing hyenas
Misunderstanding particular landings
As the way that I move
It’s too smooth you say
Much to runny
Masked in funny
A recipe for disaster
Their hidden laughter wades through vicious Canines and many wishes
They beg forgiveness
To cleanse their sins
Praying with Earths lense