maybe there's nothing to sever
but my will to sever
what can't be severed
until the
Spirit
float
free

hidden pockets

dragonfly humming bird

my life stacked up
because I don't know what else to do with it

dreams and broken forest shells
There are no dreams to be had here

dreams and broken forest wings

ageless victory speeches
victory speaks
words-

lost to the source they were spawned
to tell us of its distance

walk, evening

low quality high quality
stagnant flowing water

Spirit, unimpeded

white horse on the hill
where the sky meets the clouds

Sky

forest beneath the clouds,
spirit sun surrender

tree.

stepping with the clouds

there's the image
and the reality,
cold and dead,
without God