|The faceless mask worn
||[Aug. 31st, 2014|01:58 am]
The faceless mask worn, the silent shine and glint of new skin.|
Folding out over a spirit.
A spirit made flesh.
Is this spirit rebellious is this spirit of good nature.
It may be both.
Still time to test and time to play as we write our soul today.
A soul electric.
A soul alive.
A soul on fire, and burning out light.
Universes expanding ever outward into infinite inner and outer expanses, a multiplicity of infinities running in infinite direction both inside and out.
Floating ever inner outward, knowing both of these concepts share some identity.