No one else perceiving – I see my chance to enter here and to leave behind my happy puppet prince No one else believing – I step beyond the rocky wall climbing earthen curves (my secret ever since) No one else achieving – I breathe in hazy green light that melts together my heartbeat with […]
holding onto your magic lance, that splinter from the Tree of Life, you hurtle still through time and space proceeding in the only direction you know how from your limited vantage point it appears you make no progress when another soul flashes past, you catch an envious glimpse of their fine coat, and observe the
