4192 Acorn Ave.
Bunnell, Fl. 32110
Temples of glass and obsidian day-dream, By doorways akin to the sticks
And the wild danger of beasts in space and time, By the will of mars and the
Gloss of an azure sea in breaths Of dust and and stone mounts in
Eternal constructions of elder assent, the Second we fly unto the stars and
Machineries of evolution, a day to believe the futures Grasp and the eye of fate.