My measuring jug,
Held up against all odds.
Liquid, Solitude, Natural Emptiness
Pouring the sunlight of the evenings blackened morning and it's sunrise through the sieve of my world.
I have decompressed an innocent body before embarking upon the act of truth.
The act of truth lies falsely between the lips of destruction,
Mutation, abstraction, and the odd greeting of hallucination.
