We were deciding what direction was more impressive as we ventured out west. BRA was a part of the dreamscape. We were getting along and enjoying new adventures and mounts.
We make fair claim that there is a union, For the meek and the choosing, The exception of everything, To be remade in its time. A perfection comes around after the black hole was finished. Spewing out cosmic rays and radiation. The light; so complex! Could the pointed enemy make well with their error. Raphael leaped with joy towards a sick human… Almost like the speck of dust that the black hole forgot to emit. This former enemy, now knowledgeable of the proper course. As I followed Gene Wilder to the TV I wondered how far he had to prance. ‘Rarely’ This wide and a narrow gate. Joy by the suffering is not reserved for the void. I don’t know what, it’s all just dust. And death, we celebrate, the enemy made right.