Wearing arrested hands,

I am a priest who has never seen across the light.

Superimposed were the questions, only to be wiped away, uncompromisingly bumping with a secretive passion.

It was all valid.

You are implored to let them walk between our love.

I, for one, do not want to be a digit with plentiful numbers at hand.

I am drinking from an empty bottle, existing in the above, while looking through the innards of life.

I have been given answers of nothingness.

Pasty streets, tights on the cerebral crosswalk, and youthful legacies, have been feeding off the distraught.

Trust a star.

My eyes water today, only to lead to the rainy tomorrow.

We walk together, only to break up for the better.

Raise your eyebrows at the world, then shave them, treating them like dreams.

When you are murdering yourself, you are not yourself.

I feel the need to be a warrior, as I make the sunbeams.

Yes, yes, yes,

The slumped joker is falling into the cards, of which are played by the lady with gruesome faces.

We are told that he will be joining us in the presentation.

We, currently, are being hosted in an infinite body of percolating song.

Although each one is choking, they are still brilliant stars in the labyrinth.

One thing they are not: grand successions of failure.

The fear of discipline has not met our eternal rising.

I fear. I fear. I fear.

You all realize that formative years were meant to be powered by destructive and indecisive gloats of innocence.

Flowers cannot trip us; however, the safest of baselines can.

Skies, flooded by an autumnal palsy, stole my sanity.

Tied and ever-dissolving, I join the bopping heads that have been heightened by the loveless hearts of night.

The presentation has just finished.