faith is never obsolete

Interjected colour burst. Bee the angle.


Directly connected to the big guy in the sky, well-protected in order to defy interference, faith is never obsolete.


Perception clings to an object, only defined when the mind extrapolates to find the shadow-caster, where essence is not seen but through seeing, birds fly toward an imagined sky, while lines keep the concrete in focus.


the float

slow as the moment
freshly fallen feather floats
settles to the ground
finished but for the eye sound
the lines make when they vibrate