In defense of uncertainty and in praise of insecurity, I inform and am formed by some stream of dreams and lion manes. If it were not for the ones that end the will to remain as one, and surrender to the matters at hand, what would stand in the way of black cloaks, gun slits, white veils, lace, and ties that bind and blind the blood water wells that swell behind the eyes of the ones who will not stand for the other present unique impossible expressions of dynamic magnificence forever in flux.
