Somewhere out there, is a road that leads to where the heavens lie. You’ll never know, only feel. What is real? What awakens you from the deep sleep. From a lulling starless weep. Find home again, in the silence of your relaxation. A cease of the whispering. Now distant hesitation. Then dear, only then, as our road be, in bricks and bones, shall lay leaking white doves and light carved in crystal stone.

Beware. Of nothing.

We are walking possibility.

only feel.

lightly, she said.

2025

so, that.

walk this earth ever so lightly.