It is a frigid democracy, what we are right now are the residue of our decisions yesterday.

Decision karma

A grain of sand

Luscious for an ocean wave

Killin’ tides of solid marble pain

This is not an act

But mere deliverance

Heaven is on your side

I, an angel in the dark.

Sire roses of dissolution?

An immortal angel adores reclusion

Mendicant soul searching for reprisal

An act

A play

A joy

Liberation.