"A whisper and a scream illuminate restless undiferentiated doubt in which misunderstandings crave to weave instruments of ill omen. Spaces endager and attack until until is gasping it's last breath forsaken. Not able to pick up the pieces. Rain many moons ago were stopped with quick stride and the twinkle in your eye made peace blossom. Is it all now but a treasure buried in the depths of the earth and picked up by God and cleansed away?"
