May may matter

A warning to the latecomer, every corridor leads into immediate danger. From this point on consequence is certain, which is why we must become whole people. Each branching artery of a single choice carries forth a shift in the rays of time. Delinquent saviors racing to begin again, in this new light, awakening their presence into bold isolation. Like guardian clocks that stare out over empty rooms, having no knowledge of sleep. Splitting this dark road is the place of crossing, where signals from the depths of the mind walk alert and alive in the deep of the night. On four legs, with horns and luminous eyes that breathe an elegance that can only be born from absolute silence. These thoughts evolve to survive, transforming lungs into gills, feet into fins, smoke into fire, and love into words. Apparitions of the moment seek the sovereign center, guided by the stars that transmit our search for each other. On opposite ends of this wasted spectrum, leaning further over the edge to catch a glimpse of an endless cycle, surfacing from the water to instill legends. The monstrous Ouroboros that consumes only the parts of itself that mingle with the eternal. Standing in the unmistakable presence of your final decision, you are alone. So do what is best for us, so that when the heat of summer buries the past with its alchemy, our livings thoughts will wear many faces. Diamonds cut by diamonds, in order to transmit clarity. The rays of clarity that radiate out from the center, were we find ourselves searching for each other.