herkimer

Behold. It is you. Scrolling every pree, a neverending stream, plentiful dreams and syncing seams, never mind broken arrows or sinking schemes, your compass code is moral polar North and warm, oh my holy soul, truth be told, you’re shimmering, even Eden won’t let you go.

You are my glimpse, my glimmer, constellations I want to comprehend, you give me merciful beginnings and karmic ends, see me, see you, witness our cosmic ascent, we bend, mend, meld and mould like supernova, and for the love of God, Amen.