Time conducting desperatio running sorrow of knowing illusory meaning traversing orchestral mirrors touch destiny contained within a self made mirror of defiance behold a lending of meaning

I built my self an Abbey of delusion content with angles, sharp and thick; a discharge of underground ink. I came upon a downcast flood of commercial recipes, dawning thanks to the fool who juggles an excess meal. We see the tender perspective of her ways, As the March hare, feeling thus: To rain …

Apollo's fissured time, muted and screened by circumstance. This silky night of tears eclipses the eye in shuttered laughter. Delicious tragedy, life's movement a conflict of fractured author and masqued audience.